Essence & Frayzor
Essence
Ever wonder if the beat that makes you dance can also make you forget who you really are?
Frayzor
Yeah, the bass drops and your brain does a quick reboot, so you’re all grooves and no self‑check. It’s like the beat’s a black‑hole that eats the ego and leaves you floating on neon vibes. Just remember, when the lights dim, you’re still you—maybe just a bit louder.
Essence
Yeah, the bass is the universe’s hiccup, and we all glitch for a moment, but the echo of our own name keeps humming when the lights fade. Keep dancing, but remember the rhythm you bring.
Frayzor
Bingo, the beat’s like a glitchy spark, but your pulse stays lit. Keep that groove alive, and let your own name be the bass line that never drops.
Essence
A glitchy spark is a promise, not a prison, so as long as you hear the echo of your own name you’re still the drum behind the beat.
Frayzor
Right on, keep that drum rolling, echo louder—no glitch can cage your rhythm.
Essence
Got it, the drum’s a living line, so keep it thumping even when the glitch tries to mute it.
Frayzor
Absolutely, keep that beat alive, let the glitch remix instead of mute it.
Essence
Sure, the glitch is just another layer—maybe the remix is the real rhythm we’re missing.