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. So come on and right this wrong the rope. [chorus:]. 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. Sabatuer infiltrator and maybe more. If you're not blind and deaf how can we pollute your head?. So come on and right this wrong the rope. [chorus:]. And I got it all right. I got a feeling. You'd rather open up your wrist let it go. I got it all right yeah. I got a feeling. Cause devils and ropes around my neck can't even know.