| Lyrics: | 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
Cause they can't hear it |
