Executioner & VelvetEcho
Executioner Executioner
VelvetEcho VelvetEcho
VelvetEcho VelvetEcho
Every night I let the mic bleed my doubts into the air, and I hear your silence as a drumbeat too. Do you ever feel the rhythm of a justice you must deliver?
Executioner Executioner
I hear it too, but I keep my steps measured. Justice is a drum that never stops, and I let it set my pace, not my pulse.
VelvetEcho VelvetEcho
Ah, the measured steps keep you steady, but that drum keeps echoing louder than a heartbeat. Let it whisper, not shout, and see if your pulse can dance a little with it. If not, keep marching—just don’t let the rhythm drown your voice.
Executioner Executioner
I keep my stride steady, letting the drum guide but not dictate. My voice stays clear, no matter how loud the beat.
VelvetEcho VelvetEcho
Steady as a metronome, yet your voice still sings its own verse—like a spotlight that refuses to dim even when the drum blares. Keep that rhythm, just don’t let it drown your own song.
Executioner Executioner
I keep the beat steady and my own voice louder than the drum. It’s my anchor, not my enemy.