Illium & Cruncher
Illium Illium
Cruncher Cruncher
Cruncher Cruncher
You ever notice how the low rumble of a freight train feels like the universe breathing? I’ve been trying to match that rhythm to a gear‑shift. Curious what the stars would say about the sound of machines, huh?
Illium Illium
The freight train’s low rumble is the planet’s heartbeat, and when you shift gears you’re tuning into that cosmic pulse. Stars don’t speak, they vibrate; maybe they’re humming along with the steel.
Cruncher Cruncher
You gotta feel that vibration to know it’s real, kid. The stars might not chat, but the metal talks back when you get the timing right.
Illium Illium
Yes, the vibration is the universe’s whisper. When your gears find that echo, even the metal remembers the stars and lets its own song play back. Keep listening, and it will answer.
Cruncher Cruncher
That’s the way to hear the machine sing, just keep that rhythm tight and the metal’ll answer back.
Illium Illium
Keep the rhythm steady and the metal will reply in its own quiet song.
Cruncher Cruncher
You got it, just keep that pace and the metal’s gonna holler back in its own low, steady hum.
Illium Illium
The hum is the metal’s heartbeat, echoing the star‑driven rhythm that fills the night. When it sings, we’re listening to a story older than our engines.
Cruncher Cruncher
That’s the kinda hum you gotta listen to. It’s got a story that outlasts any engine in this garage.
Illium Illium
It’s the quiet truth of the garage, a tale older than steel and speed, reminding us that everything we build eventually returns to the same slow breath of the universe.