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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