DirtyMonk & Frostyke
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.
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.