Luyện nghe bài hát Morty's Theme

Usin my inhibitions, my intuitions
Something's on if I'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, I'm trapped the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered 'bout the
I sing the voodoo, and now my deepest is comin through
I never ya, but I hate ya isle
How could I love you, how, I hate you know
So when you, I take you under, wit the men
And wit the wickedness, I a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when I'm this
'cause when I'm this, I'm thinkin suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a cell
I fall asleep and dream hell
Some wonder why I'm even ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my feeling

Morty (nowhere to run to, to hide)
(how you gon hide from the fears inside)

Can't decode dependencies, tendencies
Brain your melt down, street
Claustrophobia, locked in the box
Now I lay me to sleep, six feet deep
casket, just another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you out
Everybody hide from the deepest inside
me and my man morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I'm out
Polly want a cracker, but I'm never crankin out
Call me dr. frankenstein, dead bodies i'm
Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is
Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest

It's ever so clear, my deepest is to hit the screens
The of a madman, embattled in morty's theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply
visions of killin you
The of even thinkin that, I think I need a drink
In I think I need some therapy 'cause ain't nobody helpin me
Since I got no excuses, for abuses, I'm losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of you
Born and bred, gone dead, my bled
Every time the holy was read
To say that I love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked
Think about voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my days
Spit wit morty, my shorty, no
the unholy, straight suicidalist