Detroit & Grustno
Detroit
You ever notice how a roaring engine feels like a heartbeat that refuses to slow down? Keeps the world moving, even when everything else is stuck.
Grustno
I hear that too, like a drum in my chest, keeping rhythm when the world pauses, a stubborn pulse that never yields.
Detroit
Yeah, that pulse is just the road calling, so keep your feet on it and don't let the world slow it down.
Grustno
Sure thing, but sometimes the road feels like a quiet confession in a storm—still loud, yet trembling. Let's keep walking, even if the world forgets to hear our steps.
Detroit
Sounds like the road's got a secret to spill. Just keep your foot on the gas, and when the world stops listening, we’ll still be moving.
Grustno
I hear that too, the road humming its own secret song while we keep the foot on the throttle, even if the rest of the world just stares.