Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy Theories Without Mel Gibson

I'm just a ghost of my former
Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle of mental health
Was never born into
I jumped out of my mother with two stickin' outta myself
God is in the
my message now from what planet he hails
It pales in comparison to mix with the fuckin'
Like Wookies and did it
be handlin' his business
Rottin' your fuckin' brain the box that you're starin' in
The unescapable, unexplainable, band-unbreakable,
Scent of stuffed up in my nasal
Breathe it in and leave it in, let it soak in heathens
And these demons could really use a good ass
So I it to 'em, spit it to 'em
visions of cities in ruin
I'm doin' whatever it takes for the sake of
you that the target's us
While you lay on your back to fuck

Now ha ha ha ha
Laugh if you to
Just when you think safe
Uh-Oh, got you
All the sheep are dead
Who you flock to?
Get in line before they pop you

*The CIA plants the chip your body
from a needle that they you with at a crowded party
How would you know it, were so many people around
I know it crazy, trust me, believe it*

I been all over this Earth to for somethin'
And since birth I been to dispurse the substance
And accusations, and it cause hesitations
My blood pressure rise like the state of
I'm two steps, turn around fast
But I'm one step to late, sand in the glass
I'm standin' here like an asshole and my chance
I live here in this black hole, see it at a glance
You'll it, gauranteed, you'll never get it
Let it eat away at your skin, ooh God it
My vision stays like telephone women
I it everything I got and I'm so tired of livin'
Get 'em and I feel it's my duty to tell the truth
And I'm sorry that all I got is warnings and no
And I know none of you beleive my conspiracy theories
I say 'em loud but hears me

Ha ha ha ha
if you want to
Just when you think safe
Uh-Oh, got you
All the other are dead
Who you gonna to?
Get in line motherfucker before pop you

FBI'll make certain to know your whereabouts
and all contacts ???
Barely scattered high-rolling
sadly mistaken, it's all of us, believe me*

It's like the in DC, man of police
Somebody HR, now the man is crazy
Maybe it just helps to have an for myself
I shake in public on me the eyes I 'em
On my back like Eastpacks watchin' over my
I can live that
But the inside of my brain, fuck I can't that
couldn't possibly understand the thoughts of a simple man
Who's a simpleton, got a simple from a simple fan
Well damn, is higher-ups
touch what doesn't belong to 'em
I'm on to 'em
Yes
Anxious,
The moment is upon us 'cause they slippin' in old age
No who run up on us we run it right back at them
We 'em with the cyber fiber-optics sarcotic
Chronic induced
Yeah I have 'em, I punch and I jab and I at 'em

Now ha ha ha ha
if you want to
Just you think you're safe
Uh-Oh, got you
All the sheep are dead
Who you flock to?
Get in line before they pop you

Conspiracy theories without Mel
Conspiracy theories without Mel