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letra de polybius with lyrics - brodo

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polybuis:
why try, lost to time, to question if i even exist
now speaking in rhyme
it’s painful and pointless to resist!

boyfriend:
drawn back to the game
the same one that destroyed their brains
nothing stayed the same
you’ve been exploding with pure fame
p:
men in black didn’t see their true horror
when they made me
corrupting the minds of
all the youth that ever played me!

bf:
hit the shack, it’s been proven
over again that you’re fake
i know that there isn’t
even anything at stake!

p:
sinking in their minds, breaking all the time
what would the media think
to see innocents suffering? you’re-

both:
gasping for breath, life is all but done
the press isn’t strong enough
to silence the truth from you

(same time)
p:
why even try, from sickness you’ll die
i’m made to spy, to make brains fry
bf:
is this real life?
p:
control is rife
bf:
big men can preach, control what we think
seems like a bad dream, not reality
p:
get to the bottom, got bigger problems
yet you can’t solve them, want more? i got some

bf:
i know who you are, i know i’ll go far
though this is bizarre, i will not see stars!

both:
you’re not immune
when you break and crumble the mind
tarnishing what once was. we can’t go back to it

bf:
now

p:
you can’t win me, i can’t be beat
i won’t hurt you unless you cheat

both:
you can’t see me behind the screen
i’m half human and half machine

p:
now take the senses, deprive the brain of life
public testing, but in public eye there’s no strife
bf:
higher power will always end up evil
how is the stuff you say even legal?

p:
already mentioned, i’m forced to be cryptic
but you paid attention, so now i’m parasitic

bf:
you’re out to get me
and you won’t explain yourself
you don’t wanna help me, so i’ll do it by myself

(at the same time)
p:
why even try, from sickness you’ll die
i’m made to spy, to make brains fry
bf:
is this real life?
p:
control is rife
bf:
big men can preach, control what we think
seems like a bad dream, not reality

p:
i remain a haunting story, i stay told
let this make you know
that everything’s controlled

bf:
you don’t control me, no one does, i’m free
try to freak me out, maybe then you might see

- lyrics brodo

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