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