Too late to think or filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow
Maybe you're in a blanket haze of ephedrine
I'm wonderin' where the hell you been

You got it all right
You got a feeling
I'd rather open up my wrist, let it go
You got it all right
You got a feeling
'Cause devils and ropes around your neck
Cursing them all
And you can't hear it
Can't hear it

Ain't got a mind to deal with anymore
Saboteur, infiltrator, and maybe more
If you're not blind and deaf, how can we pollute your head?

And I got it all right
I got a feeling
You'd rather open up your wrist, and let it go
I got it all right, yeah
I got a feeling
'Cause devils and ropes around my neck can't even know
'Cause they can't hear it
Can't hear it
Can't hear it
Can't hear it