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