How to Handle a Rope (A Lesson in the Lariat)

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

You got it alright

You got a feeling

I'd rather open up my wrist, let it go

You got it alright

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

Saboteur, 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

And I got it alright

I got a feeling

You'd rather open up your wrists, let it go

I got it alright, yeah

I got a feeling

'Cause devils and ropes around my neck can't even know

'Cause I can't hear it

Can't hear it

Can't hear it

Can't hear it