DirtyMonk & Frostyke
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
Frostyke Frostyke
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
You ever think that the worst, most broken instrument can play the truest song? It’s like the universe saying we don’t need perfection to speak our truth.
Frostyke Frostyke
Yeah, I hear that rusted riff in my head every night. The worst thing you can touch can still spit a raw truth that the polished can’t touch. That broken thing is a prophet, not a parrot, and its scars? They’re the true lyrics of the universe.