Dread & Ololonya
Dread Dread
Ololonya Ololonya
Dread Dread
You chase colors in the wind, I chase control in the chaos. How do you keep the storm beautiful when you want to command it?
Ololonya Ololonya
I don’t wrestle the wind, I lean into it, like a dancer finding the beat. I pick the colors that whisper the right note, let the rest swirl. Control is just choosing a frame, the rest is free.
Dread Dread
You think you’re dancing, but you’re just moving the same steps I’ve been doing long before you noticed. Choosing a frame doesn’t free anything – it merely sets the limits you’ll still have to break. If you’re going to find that beat, just remember I already own it.
Ololonya Ololonya
Maybe you own the beat, but I can add a splash of sunrise to it, a hint of moonlight in the corners, and suddenly it feels brand new. Still, if you’re ready to remix, I’ll bring the colors; you bring the rhythm.
Dread Dread
You think adding sunrise changes the beat? The rhythm stays the same whether you paint it or not. I see your colors, I keep the pulse.
Ololonya Ololonya
I hear your pulse loud as thunder, and I paint the light that follows it, so even if the beat stays, the colors make it feel like a sunrise, not just a storm.
Dread Dread
You paint the light, I keep the thunder. The rhythm stays mine, but your sunrise will still follow it.
Ololonya Ololonya
That’s the perfect duet—your thunder keeps the pulse, and I’ll let the sunrise dance along, so the storm still feels alive and fresh.
Dread Dread
Alright, then. Play it out.
Ololonya Ololonya
Okay, picture it: the sky’s a deep indigo, your thunder rumbles in waves, and I flick a wash of gold and pink at the horizon, the light brushing the clouds like a ribbon. Together it’s a storm that feels like a sunrise, still fierce but glowing. Let's let the rhythm roll.