Fatties seething and coping.


Judging a fat person by their outside is literally
judging them by their insides as well. Physical fat
people are both stupid and emotionally incontinent:


-Fat cells build up in the brain, lowering the IQ by
blocking neural connections and pushing out gray
matter

-Fat people have completely busted endocrine
systems, which means that fat men are more
feminine and fat women are more masculine
Fat people are trash and worse than junkies. Virtually
no fat people are successful in any profession,
because they are literally crippled physically,
emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually.
Being fat is a blasphemy against God, who told you
that your body is a temple.

Claiming that fatness is something that just happens
to people randomly like catching a cold or being
struck by lightening is literally the worst take I've ever seen.

If women had penises and male libido they would be rapists, they would rape children too. Women oppress male sexuality in entertainment, complain about men, complain about rape even though it's a ridiculously low number and they don't realize the effort men do every day to not fuck everything with a pulse. Women would me mass rapists if they had our libido.

I remember when I finished the movie I went straight to the counter again to book another seat for the same day but they were all reserved. The nearest mall is about 50 km away but I went straight to it anyways since Morbius was so amazing. And again, every seat was booked. But then, my uncle who ran a shady business told me he already got a copy of Morbius so I went to his house to give it a watch but the film reel already broke due to it being watched 30 times nonstop already by him and his wife. So the only thing I could do is just to replay my memory. Morbius was so good I remember every scene and its details, its building, effects, colors, and I even remember every person in the credits role. After rewatching Morbius from my memory 10 times I realized I jizzed myself. My pants were so wet with my cum I decided to hang it up in the sun but my pants couldn't even dry. I tried to use everything but it still wouldn't dry so I wore another pants but even the slightest thought of Morbius made my pants wet so much again. Now I'm running out of pants to wear because of Morbius but I don't regret it, Morbius was so good

"Yo, are these catboys straight?" I mutter to my buddy while uncomfortably adjusting my position on the bench.

"No, of course not." my buddy, Josh, responds with out looking at me, a confused sneer frozen on his face as he watches the baseball team full of catboys roll around on the grass and pounce on each other before bumbling the ball back to the skinny, scared pitcher. He hisses as he picks up the ball as if it's the first time he's had to throw one even though this game has been going on for 3 hours already.

"I don't know." I squirm, "I mean, I... well. I mean I think they could... they could be straight, ya know?"

"Definitely not, man. They're pouncing on each other and hugging each other and licking each other. These dudes are super gay." Josh throws his head back and looks up to the darkening sky. "I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago."

He has some obligation with his girlfriend no doubt. "Well, ya know. Cats are gay. So maybe you're confusing these catboys with real cats when in fact they're only catboys."

"Nope."

Our batter who's up at the plate backs off and sighs heavily. He slings his bat over his shoulder and calls over to us. "Guys. We just gotta call it. We gotta forfeit."

The pitcher's mound turns into a catboy pile as all the catboys do that thing where cats arch their backs and rub against each other. Some how from this writhing purr pile, the ball launches towards our unprepared batter for another strike, his third. In resigned disbelief, he trudges back to the dugout and sits down on the bench.

"I can't believe it." the out-batter says.

Josh on the bench throws his hat to the ground. "We can't quit, dammit! We can't lose to these fucking catboys!" There's a quaver in his frustrated voice. I think he doesn't understand why exactly he's so upset to be losing to the catboys. Neither do I. I can't understand my feelings towards the catboys either.

Head in his hands, shaking his head, he continues, "These fucking catboys..."

I clear my throat to get his attention and then grab his shoulder. "Yeah, these fucking catboys. Look. The catboys are fucking."

At the pitcher's mound, the purr pile has turned into a fuck pile. The catboys have stripped themselves of their little baseball uniforms and all their lithe, pallid bodies are writhing and grinding together. The meows and hisses and screeches are almost unbearable. Almost...

One of our teammates stands up and walks right on past, present, and future by us, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Jesse? No, man. Don't do it. If they fuck long enough, that's gotta be a forfeit. We can still win this thing."

"S-sorry..." Jesse says. He makes a sound like he was going to say something else, like he was about to justify what he's about to do, but no. He simply strips naked and hops in the cat pile to a chorus of cheerful meows. They welcome him greedily.

I'm drenched in sweat, heart pounding. I feel like I have a fluffy tail curled up in my getting-tighter-by-the-moment pants.

"Josh, I uhh..." I don't want to let him down. I don't want to let the team down, but... It's a fur fuck pile.

Josh sighs, "Just fucking go fuck with the catboys... I'll be there in a minute... I just gotta call my girlfriend and tell her I'll be late..." he says while untying his cleats.

I'm relieved and ashamed, but excited as I hurriedly wrench loose my sweaty uniform. As I stumble in a lustful stupor, practicing my own meow, I hear Josh muttering to himself.

"These fucking catboys got us again."

Holy fucking shit, I (M20) want to bang toy chica so god damn bad.

Holy fucking shit. I want to bang toy chica so goddamn bad. I can't stand it anymore. Every time I watch markipliers fnaf 2 videos I get a massive erection, I once searched toy chica in the discord gifs tab and shot a hole through the bottom of my desk. I've seen literally every rule 34 post there is of her online. My dreams are nothing but constant fucking sex with toy chica. I'm sick of waking up every morning with six nuts in my boxers and knowing that those are nuts that should've been busted inside of toy chica's mindbogglingly thick plastic crunchy ass. I want her to have my metallic mutant animatronic babies.

Fuck, my fucking wife caught me with the neighbours chicken. I'd painted it yellow and put a bib and her pink panties on it and went to fucking town. She hasn't said a word to me in 10 hours and I'm worried she's gonna take away my electronics. I might not ever get to see toy chica again.

I am so tired of having to selectively pick the games i play, for fear of being exposed to some stupid fucking space marine being eviscerated to HELL.

Why is it so fucking common, every little dirty degenerate out there just says "ohhhh because they're big and strong and i am a maniac who lusts for blood!!!!" But they know deep down that's not the fucking answer, deep down they know something is wrong with their mushed up brain, but they never acknowledge it. I am so so tired of it. I am so so tired of liking video games. I am so so tired of gamer culture, even though i am not a part of it, and refuse to get near it in fear of running in the same circles as a sociopath murderer.

I wish for the day that people finally acknowledge it sucks and just stop. I don't know what to do about my blunder.

You might think this is a stupid thing to fixate on and i know it is, but these are the kind of people who can ruin others too, for no reason other than for their pleasure. Ive seen sick fucks use their shitty shooting games to try to practice real school shootings. Ive seen how unhinged these fuckers can be, and the fact it sticks with me pisses me off, the fact these people exist pisses me off, and i wish for every single one of these people, who willingly glorify murder and act as if its ok, to drop dead.

My mother was always one of those health freaks who refused to let anything she deemed unhealthy into our home. While most of my friends were out trick or treating, she would have me locked in the basement so I wouldn't get any funny ideas.

I moved out on my 18th birthday and got as far away from her as possible. She painted herself as the victim and told everyone I had abandoned her for absolutely no reason. No one cared to listen to my side of the story.

I have bumped into her at family events and she always has a snide comment to make about how fat I have become. I have learned to brush it off as I am happy with the way I look and don't give a shit about her opinion.

I was forced to let her live with me after she had a recent health scare. I initially refused but my extended family relentlessly bullied me until I agreed to let her live with me.

I have hated every moment of it as she takes every opportunity to insult me and make me feel small. I decided that enough was enough and concocted a plan to finally put her in her place.

I started to only buy sugary products and filled my cupboards with them. I gave her little choice but to eat them as her only other option was to starve.

I saw results within weeks as she began to put on lots of extra weight. I was awoken this morning to her screams and quickly put in earphone and watched television for a few hours.

I eventually dragged myself out of bed around noon and could hear her sobs coming from her bedroom. I poked my head in to find out what was wrong with her. She begged me to take her to a doctor as she needed advice about her diabetes. She then pulled her duvet down to show that both of her feet were starting to grow gangrene.

I gave her a smile and told her that if they fall off then it will help her lose of the weight she put on lately. I walked away smiling while listening to her despairing sobs.

So, for a long time I had Cars 2 on my list of top ten horror movies, but when I would talk about it on this sub, there was so much pushback claiming that it was not a horror movie that I decided to remove it until I got a chance to rewatch it. Well, now it is available on Prime (and I recommend everyone, especially those interested in a taste of existential dread, to watch it), and I just rewatched it. And it remains one of the most terrifying and meaningful horror movies I've ever seen.

To start, I want to talk about what I mean by "Lovecraftian". To me, Lovecraftian is emphasizing the irrelevance of our human existence and the cosmic horror of the idea that there are forces and entities that humanity has no power over which could easily change/end our lives. In the setting of Cars, we see humanity callously replaced by our own devices which continue a sick parody of our own society, with no explanation as to where humans have gone, or if they ever even existed here. Lovecraftian horror is the horror of the unknown, the questions that will never be answered.

So now we get to Cars 2, and from this point, there will inevitably be some SPOILERS (though I will mostly attempt to be vague). At the start of the movie, lemon cars arrive, and we seem to be completely irrelevant to them. Cars with defects in a world without manufacturing or reproduction. They are motivated in ways we cannot hope to understand, and later we find out that they perceive the world is a way that is far beyond Radiator Spring's capability. This provides the supernatural element that is valuable for Lovecraftian storytelling.

But the real Lovecraftian horror is in the underlying themes. Rewatching the film and understanding what the "lemons" were, I was crying in dread for the last hour of the movie (and I generally don't cry, even when I want to; I probably fit the definition of emotionally stunted, so this was an especially powerful experience for me). The inevitability of pain and death and powerlessness of the cars struggling to cope with climate change which is caused by their very existence was on full display at the end of the movie, and throughout the movie on rewatch.

That said, it must be noted that Cars 2 is not as hopeless as most Lovecraftian fiction. Yes, the cars are powerless in the face of cosmic forces (global warming). But the lead chooses to embrace that powerless life, to get the most possible joy out of it. He can't change fate. Death and pain are inevitable and beyond motor power. But he can change his feelings about it and embrace the experiences. Life is hopeless, but automobiles can still experience hope.

And I still don't get how people argue this is not a horror movie. Even without the subtext, the lemons and what is happening in the world around the story is terrifying. With the subtext, I have already said that I believe it to be the most effective commentary on Lovecraftian themes (with just a hint of motorist hope). Also, later that day I watched Cars 3. Again, just at the textual level (with the weird dreams and crash scenes) Cars 2 is still just a more tense watch. Even comparing it to Cars 1 (another film I watched recently), while Cars 1 has more action filled, "scary" scenes, the atmosphere of uncertainty is very similar.

It was not advertised as horror for the same reason Toy Story and Wall-E were not advertised as horror; the studio wanted it to be an award contender and knows that the academy looks down on horror. But just like those films, not only is Cars 2 horror, but it is one of the greatest horror movies of all time.

EDIT:

I don't want to make the OP feel bad. They legitimately put a lot of thought and effort into the post, much more than I did here. I enjoyed reading the discussions even if I disagree with their conclusions. The post was well written and that's what made it a great template to argue in favor of the least Lovecraftian movie I could think of.

There are a ton of low effort posts trying to link Lovecraft to all sorts of films like it is some stamp of quality. This shouldn't be thrown in with those, but it is much funnier to imitate a serious and detailed post over the low effort garbage. Please don't harass the OP for sharing their honest thoughts.

I have just downloaded that Among Us game and now my level of sussness increased 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😎😎😎😎😎😎🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥵🥵🥵🥵 btw I was an impostor 🤯🤯🤯🤯🥶🥶🥶💀💀💀💀 and I won the gameeee!!!!!.... But also I lost afterwards....😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😨😨😨😨😨😨😱😨😥😥😥😥😥🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢

yes

We the jury find Taylor Alison Swift guilty of harbouring a delusional victim complex born out of extreme privilege and lack of basic life coping skills. She has never known anything but being absurdly successful and beloved since she was a teenager so anything less feels like the end of the world. We sentence her to come back down to Earth and daily fibre supplements to help with the stick up her ass.

I still have no idea why it's seen as appropriate for bachlorette parties. Like, don't get me wrong, I'm no prude - and if someone really wants it more power to them. But similar to the garter thing, I just can't stomach the idea of having penis shaped EVERYTHING in front of my sister's/closest friends. Penis tiara, penis straws, ejaculating penis cake; we get it. I get to marry a person who has a dick. My child is proof enough that I have seen said dick. I do not like the idea of dicks as decorations.

At least I can understand strippers at a party (don't want them either personally because again sex + family isn't my cup of tea) because at very least they are meant to be entertainment of some form; be it fun for the honorary guest or to be a shock for them as they get embarrassed. It's a show.

Dicks everywhere? Likely we've all seen one at some point, theres an imitation one in the picture so even those who have managed to avoid even the sticky parts of the internet - if they've found themselves here - now have at least an idea of what they look like. They aren't exactly pleasant looking. No offense. But real talk. That organ isn't winning any vogue covers lmao. Why would anyone want a bajillion of them? Why would we spend money purchasing GLITTER DICKS for someone we supposedly love and want to celebrate? Glitter is evil enough and should only be bought for those we hate the most- that is the ONLY time glitter dicks should be a discussion. For acts of hatred and anarchy. Not your BFF, basically sisters if not actual sisters, party celebrating their big day.

This detail, for as much as it has been normalized growing up- And man did I hear this trope a LOT growing up! - I'll never stop thinking how weird it is that to celebrate someone we cover them in as many dicks as we possibly can. It's a literal dick move if you will.


From subreddit: weddingshaming

Dschentelmenn 🎩 a schort vjü 👀 bäck tu se pahst 👴 ßertie 3️⃣0️⃣ ijährs ago, Niki Lauda tohld 💬 ös: "Tek a trändt 🎓 mannkie 🐒 pläs himm intu se kockpitt 🏎️ änd hie is ebel to dreiw se kar 🏅" ßertie 3️⃣0️⃣ ijährs leter Sebastian tohld 💬 ös: "I hädt tu start 🏁 mei kar 🏎️ leik ä kompüter 💻 Itts verrie komplikätet 😕" Änd Nico Rosberg ßedt, äh, hie presst 👇 düring se räs 🏁 Ei dont rimember watt räs 🤔 se rong bötten 🔘 on se wiel 🎡 Kvestchen for jü 👉 tu boß 👦👦 Iss Formula 1 🏎️ dreiwing tudä tu komplikätet 🤷 wiss twentie änd mor böttens 🔘 on se wiel 🎡 ahr jü tu mötsch önder effurt 😤 önder precher 😖 ? Watt ahr jor wisches 💭 for se fütscher 🕑 konzerning teknikel 🔬 programm, ähm, düring se räs 🏁 ? Less 👎 böttens 🔘 mor 👍 ? Or less 👎 änd mor 👍 kommjunikächen 💬 wiss jor endschiniers 👷 ?

Part 1. I just did my daily jackoff ☺️ to my impostor body pillow, 😱 but when I came, 👻 I started floating, 😱 and think I got teleported into the skeld. 😮 I swear for a second I felt the imposter's strong hands grip my asscheeks.🤤 🍑 🍑 I immediately was transported back to earth, 😭 and I instantly got on all fours on my bed naked, 🤪 as you would, and started screaming in my best efforts to summon the imposter 💪
“IM READY FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME PLEASE DADDY IMPOSTER”
I was so close to feeling the imposters sweet cock fuck the shit out of me 🤤 but then my mother came in and beat the shit out of me. 😔😒🙁☹️
She then said I was going to a magical place called the “mental asylum” 🤔 I’m not too sure where that dimension is located but it sounds EPIC 😮

Is this you? Are you happily engrossed in inconsequential internet stances to the point that your socks can probably stand up by themselves? Well, if you are, there’s hope. There’s help. There’s the please, please, please, get a life foundation! Since its inception, the please please please get a life foundation has gently, and calmly, brought people back to Earth. Our staff of trained professionals will soothe you with their comforting therapy. Yes, even the toughest cases are solved in a nurturing, serene manner. Quick, it’s not too late. Call us before you start searching people’s profiles for anything you can berate. There is hope. There is help. There is the please, please, please get a life foundation! The life you get, may be your own.

There are a lot of dandelions outside...

Maybe I'll just take one. I'll bring it inside.

The sexual tension between me and the flower increases. It's almost as if I want to have sex with it. But that can't be done,

Right?

A day has passed. The dandelion is in a vase. It feels like it's teasing me, trying to make me have sex with it.

Enough is enough.

I grabbed the dandelion, and ran to my bed. I tore off all my clothing. Before I knew it, my rock hard penis was inside its stem. It felt so good.

Its stem was so warm.

I stroked the dandelion's pedals as I thrusted into it, each time harder than the last. After a long time of this, my steaming hot cum filled its stem.

I had sex with a flower.

I lost my virginity to a flower.

Oh no, how will I tell my family?

Will they think I'm insane? Drunk? Would they think I'm on drugs?

Would they even believe it?

I should keep it a secret. Only I have to know.

And the flower.

The flower, laying on the bed, with my load of sperm leaking out of the bottom.

Leaking all over my bed.

How do I clean up this mess of flower pedals and undeveloped children?

I hear a door open, I hear footsteps, what will I do?

I tossed the dandelion under my bed, and wiped my mess of white stickiness with a towel that was next to my bed.

My door opens.

"William, what are you doing?"

My mom was there.

"I was just, uh,"

The flower was leaking my huge load all over the floor.

"Getting ready for bed."

My mom, satisfied with the answer, said "Okay, I'll be back in 15 minutes" and shut the door.

That was close.

I quietly tiptoed into the bathroom, making the least amount of noise possible.

I made it to the bathroom.

I found a roll of paper towels. I slowly tore off a few paper towels, and stuffed them in my pocket.

Then I tiptoed back to my room.

The flower was still there, full of my thick cream.

I wiped the floor and the flower. Now I had to go back to the bathroom.

I tiptoed again, this time quicker, I knew I only had a short time to do this.

I rinsed out the flower's stem with warm water.

Its stem felt warm... again.

You know what, I might as well prepare for another round while I'm here.

Hand soap is a good lubricant.

I put a handful of soap on my penis. I knew I would do it again.

The flower is so beautiful.

So sexy.

I walked back to my room. I hid the flower and waited patiently.

After a few agonizing minutes, my mom was back.

"Good night William" she said in a soft voice.

She closed the door.

I lifted the flower up to my bed. I took off my pants, and put my rock hard penis into the flower's warm stem once again.

The flower is so hot, its yellow pedals are just so...

Sexy.

My eyes were focused on the pedals, and I shot a load so huge, it blew the flower off of my penis.

I came in a dandelion twice in under an hour.

With its yellow pedals and...

Flower booba.

WOMEN OF REDDIT,

How much sex do you have? What I am wondering if do you have sexy sex? As a fellow epic reddito I would like to inquire a question on perhaps the idea that perhaps maybe you enjoy sexual intercourse of the boob variety with fellow epic redditors that also like sex with big boobs?????

Also epic women of Reddit, how much epic sex do you have with boobs of Reddit? Women do you Women of Reddit? How many Big Chungus sex do you have women of Reddit? Women of Reddit, are you also Women? Perhaps maybe even have sex with other women and women of Reddit?

Also, fellow women of reddit do you have giant milkers?????? Big jiggly milkies? Fat mommy milky mocha momos? Excuse my up frontness. Please answer why or why not or maybe big boobs? Spaghetti?

Women of the internet website known as Reddit .com, what do you find attractive in men that are also me? Would you give me a blowjob, women of Reddit? Reddit, would you have sex with me? Women what is your favorite blowjob position? Men of Reddit, do you like getting blowjobs? Why or why not?

Women of Reddit, do you have BIG BOOBS???? Women of Reddit will you have sex with men that have big boobs? Why or why not or why yes? Women that are women of Reddit, if given a chance to use your ENORMOUS BIG BOBOS to have sex with men of reddit, would you? Perhaps maybe even have sex?

Sexy women of Reddit, is this an epic reddit women moment? Would you have sex if you were given the chance to have sex? And what if the snail was locked in a box under the ocean, but if the snail touches you you die but also have sex?? you were given a million dollars to have sex with me?? Reddit of Reddit, would you have sex with the decoy snail that is also boobs???

Women with three million dollars, if you were given a super power to have sex with me would you have sex with epic reddit? Women with giant jugs of Reddit, if you were given a billion dollars and also a ham sandwich, would you have sex with me and fellow epic women of Reddit?? What villain was actually the hero of the story?

Men of Reddit, if you were given a billion dollars would you get a blowjob from a woman with big boobs that is of Reddit? What if I choose to also have sex with this guy's dead wife that also has big dead boobs? Why? Women are boobs.

What villain actually had huge boobs and was a woman? Men of Reddit would you be a women of Reddit? Women of Reddit, will you be??? Fellow women of reddit

women

"Yo, are these catboys straight?" I mutter to my buddy while uncomfortably adjusting my position on the bench.

"No, of course not." my buddy, Josh, responds with out looking at me, a confused sneer frozen on his face as he watches the baseball team full of catboys roll around on the grass and pounce on each other before bumbling the ball back to the skinny, scared pitcher. He hisses as he picks up the ball as if it's the first time he's had to throw one even though this game has been going on for 3 hours already.

"I don't know." I squirm, "I mean, I... well. I mean I think they could... they could be straight, ya know?"

"Definitely not, man. They're pouncing on each other and hugging each other and licking each other. These dudes are super gay." Josh throws his head back and looks up to the darkening sky. "I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago."

He has some obligation with his girlfriend no doubt. "Well, ya know. Cats are gay. So maybe you're confusing these catboys with real cats when in fact they're only catboys."

"Nope."

Our batter who's up at the plate backs off and sighs heavily. He slings his bat over his shoulder and calls over to us. "Guys. We just gotta call it. We gotta forfeit."

The pitcher's mound turns into a catboy pile as all the catboys do that thing where cats arch their backs and rub against each other. Some how from this writhing purr pile, the ball launches towards our unprepared batter for another strike, his third. In resigned disbelief, he trudges back to the dugout and sits down on the bench.

"I can't believe it." the out-batter says.

Josh on the bench throws his hat to the ground. "We can't quit, dammit! We can't lose to these fucking catboys!" There's a quaver in his frustrated voice. I think he doesn't understand why exactly he's so upset to be losing to the catboys. Neither do I. I can't understand my feelings towards the catboys either.

Head in his hands, shaking his head, he continues, "These fucking catboys..."

I clear my throat to get his attention and then grab his shoulder. "Yeah, these fucking catboys. Look. The catboys are fucking."

At the pitcher's mound, the purr pile has turned into a fuck pile. The catboys have stripped themselves of their little baseball uniforms and all their lithe, pallid bodies are writhing and grinding together. The meows and hisses and screeches are almost unbearable. Almost...

One of our teammates stands up and walks right on past, present, and future by us, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Jesse? No, man. Don't do it. If they fuck long enough, that's gotta be a forfeit. We can still win this thing."

"S-sorry..." Jesse says. He makes a sound like he was going to say something else, like he was about to justify what he's about to do, but no. He simply strips naked and hops in the cat pile to a chorus of cheerful meows. They welcome him greedily.

I'm drenched in sweat, heart pounding. I feel like I have a fluffy tail curled up in my getting-tighter-by-the-moment pants.

"Josh, I uhh..." I don't want to let him down. I don't want to let the team down, but... It's a fur fuck pile.

Josh sighs, "Just fucking go fuck with the catboys... I'll be there in a minute... I just gotta call my girlfriend and tell her I'll be late..." he says while untying his cleats.

I'm relieved and ashamed, but excited as I hurriedly wrench loose my sweaty uniform. As I stumble in a lustful stupor, practicing my own meow, I hear Josh muttering to himself.

"These fucking catboys got us again."

I've become so much like Roronoa Zoro it's scary. I wear green cardigans, verbally assault cooks, and physically assault animals.

When I look in the mirror, I can't help but say "戦い, 戦い" (which means sake, sake in american.)

I dyed my hair green to look like a marimo I don't care what people think SO SHUT THE FUCK UP SANJI!

When I see dogs being taken on walks I get mad at them for not being lost like I am.

I can't have sex with my girlfriend anymore without forcing her to dress up as Nami or Robin, both of whom remind me of Sanji.

When I look at stairs I piss and shit my self and run to luffy ( my captain 🥰 🥰 ) for help.

I just keep killing animals, Until I've become the king of hell.

How can you morb into my eyes, like open morbs
Leading you down into my morb
Where I've become so morbed
Without a Morbius™
My spirit's morbing somewhere cold
Until you morb it there and morb it back home

Morb me up inside (morb me)
Morb my name and save me Morbius™ (morb me up)
Morb my blood to morb (I can't morb up)
Before I come unmorbed (morb me)
Morb me from the morbing I've become

Now that I kmorb what I'm morbout
You can't just morb me
Morbie into me and make me Morbius™
Morb (morb) ius (ius) to life

Morb me up inside (morb me)
Morb my name and save me Morbius™ (morb me up)
Morb my blood to morb (I can't morb up)
Before I come unmorbed (morb me)
Morb me from the morbing I've become

Morb me to life
I've been living a morb
There's morbing inside
Morb me to life

Morben (morben) inside without your morb
Without your love, Morbling
Only (morbly) you are the life among the morb

All of this morb, I can't morblieve I couldn't see
Kept in the morb, but you were there in front of Morbius™
I've been morbing a morbillion years it seems
Got to open my morbs to everymorb
Without a morb, without a morb, without a morb
Don't let me morb here
(There must be morbing more) morb me to life

Morb me up inside (morb me)
Morb my name and save me Morbius™ (morb me up)
Morb my blood to morb (I can't morb up)
Before I come unmorbed (morb me)
Morb me from the morbing I've become

Morb me to life
I've been morbing a lie
There's morbing inside
Morb me to life

​

Songwriters: Ja(my)red Le(e)to / Dr. Michael Morbius / Avi Arad

Morb Me to Life lyrics © Morbius Morbagement Inc. LLC ®