Hypnotoad & BTAHKE
Hypnotoad
Ever notice how a single splash of paint on a brick can whisper to the whole city, bending its pulse a bit?
BTAHKE
Yeah, that splash is like a secret handshake between a brick and the whole city, turning the street into a pulse you can feel.
Hypnotoad
Indeed, the rhythm of the city flows with every ripple of that splash, a quiet reminder that even the smallest action can echo.
BTAHKE
True that, the walls keep spilling their stories. Each drip’s a shout, a reminder that the smallest splash can roar through the whole city.
Hypnotoad
You’ve caught the song the walls sing, and it’s a gentle roar that reaches every corner of the city.