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letra de apollo - brady johnston

[verse 1]
you know i’m clay in your hands, an avatar for the cause
bizarre displays of affection just take a look at these scars
speaks to the journey we’re on, it’s forever a bond
like when i give you my confessions and you never respond
because that darkness is bright, it’s an inverted disguise
and every time i look ahead, i see the truth in your eyes
since everyone of us dies, i start to well up with pride
we went through this together and that’s how we survived
no time for sympathy and there’s no time to reflect
we just started this journey, plenty of debt to collect
and i obsess to protect from any threat to the next
i misdirect any stress it’s becoming hard to detect
and when i go right, you go left, almost like willful neglect
in retrospect, i deflect and tend to just overprotect
so now i’m left with this mess, and i don’t like the effect
the architect of discontent not sure what i should expect and now…

[hook]
i’m praying to apollo, let me follow you on up to the moon (the moon)
day dreaming, night scheming
and i’m saying do or die, you by my side? i’ll be landing there soon (there soon)
day dreaming, night scheming
i’m praying to apollo, let me follow you on up to the moon (the moon)
day dreaming, night scheming
and i’m saying do or die, you by my side? i’ll be landing there soon (there soon)
bet your -ss on it

[verse 2]
a shot across the bow, it’s what i probably deserve
when you shoot up in the dark, you’re likely hitting a nerve
underneath the moonlight is like a collage of the blur
if you’re like me a mirage is what we yearn to observe
it’s better than the preferred, just to follow the herd
they make you purchase the cage where you will sing like bird
so i embrace the absurd and try to siphon these words
i overheard from the sirens, can they avert all this hurt? (nah)
with all this doubt that i harbor
in the midst of a storm i hope i always choose starboard
i dismiss the unknown, the summit’s the marker
croon to neptune then plummet in whatever i garner
i seen ’em barter their pride for a glimmer of talent
think they can ride the surface, the real current’s the challenge
and with my soul as a ballast and with my heart over-callused
the allegory is balance, i’m heading toward borealis and now…

- brady johnston

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