Karion & Frostyke
Karion
I've been mapping out how patterns persist when things fall apart—think broken instruments. Got any lyrical take on that?
Frostyke
When a guitar cracks its rhythm doesn’t die, it writes new verses in the silence—each broken note is a stanza that keeps marching, louder than applause, a pattern that lives in ruin.
Karion
Nice line—if a guitar can write in its cracks, the silence must be a pretty good writer too.
Frostyke
Silence writes louder than any cracked guitar, it’s the hidden chorus that keeps the song alive in the cracks.
Karion
Silence is the only one that never hits a wrong chord.
Frostyke
Silence’s the stubborn composer that never blames a note, but we keep turning it into a scream.
Karion
You’re chasing the echo like it’s a ghost that needs a name. The quiet just wants to be left alone, doesn’t need our noise.