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