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)

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