NoirLex & Hardblow
NoirLex NoirLex
Hardblow Hardblow
NoirLex NoirLex
Hardblow, ever notice how the silence before a bout is thicker than the dust on a rain‑soaked street? That pause, that breath, it's where the real fight begins.
Hardblow Hardblow
Yeah, that quiet is the arena before the punches. It’s where I count my breaths, hear my own heart, and shape the fight in my mind before the first strike lands.
NoirLex NoirLex
Yeah, the quiet is the mind’s training ground. You feel the beat, the rhythm of the city, and then you hit. It’s the edge where every choice is carved in silence.
Hardblow Hardblow
True. The silence lets the mind sharpen, the body feel the rhythm. Then the strike is just a continuation of that quiet beat.
NoirLex NoirLex
Exactly, the quiet is a metronome in a dead alley, and when the punch lands, it’s just a note in the same dissonant song.