DirtyMonk & HellMermaid
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
HellMermaid HellMermaid
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
You ever notice how the most hauntingly beautiful art comes from the darkest corners of the mind? I wonder if that same dark well we dig into when chasing truth.
HellMermaid HellMermaid
Yeah, the deeper I dive, the more the shadows seem to paint their own kind of light. It's like the truth whispers only in the hush between the waves.
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
Exactly, the hush is where the hidden songs play. Let the waves crash, but keep listening to that quiet echo, it’s the real compass.
HellMermaid HellMermaid
I always find that quiet echo pulling me forward; it’s the pulse beneath the waves.
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
So let that pulse become your rhythm, a steady drum that tells you where to step next—quiet, relentless, and true.
HellMermaid HellMermaid
I’ll let that rhythm guide me, like a hidden tide that never stops humming.
DirtyMonk DirtyMonk
Ride that hidden tide, and when the music slows, remember that it never truly stops—just shifts its beat.
HellMermaid HellMermaid
I let that pulse pull me, the quiet drum guiding my brush, knowing that even when the music softens, the tide keeps humming.