Mephisto & Burnout
Mephisto Mephisto
Burnout Burnout
Mephisto Mephisto
Hey Burnout, ever wonder if the universe offers a contract for creative energy—soul for a hit, exhaustion for an encore?
Burnout Burnout
I’ve been asking that same question in the middle of a riff. The universe is probably like, give us your sweat, we’ll give you a track—just make sure you’re alive when it drops.
Mephisto Mephisto
Ah, so you’re bargaining with the cosmos for a fresh track—sweat for sound. Keep that contract tight; the universe loves a good cliffhanger, and the deadline is death itself. So make sure you’re still breathing when the drop drops.
Burnout Burnout
Yeah, I keep a memo on my fridge—“Drop due by next week, unless the universe decides to bail.” Just make sure you’re not just gasping for air when the beat hits.
Mephisto Mephisto
Nice memo, mortal. Remember the universe is a fickle broker—pay the price in sweat, but never in breath. Keep your heart drumming, not your lungs whimpering.
Burnout Burnout
Right, so I’ve got my own ledger—sweat goes in, riffs come out, and I try not to let my lungs file a complaint. Keep the beat in the chest, not in the air‑conditioner.
Mephisto Mephisto
I see you’ve got a ledger—nice. Just remember, the only time the universe will take a hit is when you’re still breathing, not when you’re coughing up a chorus. Keep the beat in your chest, and the rest can run on whatever fumes you throw out.
Burnout Burnout
Got it—sweat in, fire out, lungs left for breathing. I’ll keep the rhythm in my chest and let the universe handle the rest.