Lyric How To Handle A Rope

Too late to think and filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow...maybe you re
In a blanket haze of Ephedrine
I m wondering where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong

You ve got it all right
You ve got a feelin
I d rather open up my wrists - let it go
You ve got it all right
You ve gotta feelin
There s 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
Sabateur, infiltrator and maybe more
If you re not blind and dead
Then how can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong

I got it all right
I gotta feelin
You d rather open up your wrists - let it go
I got it all right
Yeah I got a feelin
There s devils and ropes around my neck
Can t even know
Cause I cant hear it
Can t hear it (3x)