Weerd Science Conspiracy Theories Without Mel Gibson Lyrics
            I'm just a ghost of my former self
            Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental health
            Was never born into wealth
            I jumped out of my mother with two horns stickin' outta myself
            God is in the details
            Relay my message now from what planet he hails
            It pales in comparison to mix with the f___in' beat
            Like Wookies and Harrison did it
            Rooky be handlin' his business
            Rottin' your f___in' brain like the box that you're starin' in
            The unescapable, unexplainable, band-unbreakable, unmistakable
            Scent of hatred stuffed up in my nasal
            Breathe it in and leave it in, let it soak in these heathens
            And these demons could really use a good a__ reamin'
            So I give it to 'em, spit it to 'em
            Apocalyptic visions of cities IN RUIN
            I'm doin' whatever it takes for the sake of argument
            Show you that the target's us
            While you lay on your back beggin' to f___
        
            Now ha ha ha ha
            Laugh if you want to
            Just when you think you're safe
            Uh-Oh, they got you
            All the other sheep are dead
            Who you gonna flock to?
            Get in line m_________er before they pop you
        
            *The CIA plants the chip inside your body
            from a needle that they stuck you with at a crowded party
            How would you know it, there were so many people around
            I know it sounds crazy, trust me, believe it*
        
            I been all over this Earth to search for somethin'
            And since birth I been cursed to dispurse the substance
            And accusations, relations and it cause hesitations
            My blood pressure rise like the state of inflation
            I'm pacin' two steps, turn around fast
            But I'm one step to late, sand in the hour glass
            I'm standin' here like an a__hole and wastin' my chance
            While I live here in this black hole, see it at a glance
            You'll miss it, gauranteed, you'll never get it
            Let it eat away at your skin, ooh God bless it
            My vision stays hidden like telephone women
            I give it everything I got and I'm so tired of livin'
            Get 'em wild and I feel it's my duty to tell the truth
            And I'm sorry that all I got is warnings and no proof
            And I know that none of you beleive my conspiracy theories
            I say 'em loud but nobody hears me
        
            Ha ha ha ha
            Laugh if you want to
            Just when you think you're safe
            Uh-Oh, they got you
            All the other sheep are dead
            Who you gonna flock to?
            Get in line m_________er before they pop you
        
            *The FBI'll make certain to know your whereabouts
            and all your contacts ???
            Barely scattered high-rolling gangsters
            You're sadly mistaken, it's all of us, believe me*
        
            It's like the Brains in DC, man of police
            Somebody stuck HR, now the man is crazy
            Maybe it just helps to have an explanation for myself
            I shake in public on me the eyes I felt 'em
            On my back like Eastpacks watchin' over my actions
            I can live with that
            But the inside of my brain, f___ I can't have that
            They couldn't possibly understand the thoughts of a simple man
            Who's a simpleton, got a simple plan from a simple fan
            Well d___, this is higher-ups
            Don't touch what doesn't belong to 'em
            I'm on to 'em
            Paranoid? Yes
            Anxious, always
            The moment is upon us 'cause they slippin' in they old age
            No matter who run up on us we run it right back at them
            We attack 'em with the cyber fiber-optics sarcotic
            Chronic induced spasms
            Yeah I have 'em, I punch and I jab and I grab at 'em
        
            Now ha ha ha ha
            Laugh if you want to
            Just when you think you're safe
            Uh-Oh, they got you
            All the other sheep are dead
            Who you gonna flock to?
            Get in line m_________er before they pop you
        
            Conspiracy theories without Mel Gibson
            Conspiracy theories without Mel Gibson
        
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