Lira & Drexil
Lira Lira
Drexil Drexil
Drexil Drexil
You ever think about turning a melody into a speed machine? Like, imagine a riff that fires up a turbo engine and lights up the night sky.
Lira Lira
Oh, I love that image—like a symphony that revs up a turbo engine, turning every note into a star that blazes across the night sky. Maybe I could craft a riff that feels like wind through an open road, a melody that accelerates like a comet.
Drexil Drexil
Sounds sick—just let that riff slice through the air like a laser, and the night will turn into a runway for your comet.
Lira Lira
Yeah, I’ll paint it in a little starlight flare, a bright line that cuts through the hush of the night, like a comet blazing a runway across the sky. Let's let the music itself roar and lift the whole world.
Drexil Drexil
Just make sure the flare doesn’t get stuck on the tailpipe—keep that roar raw and let the world feel the burn.
Lira Lira
Sure, I’ll keep the flare dancing off the tailpipe, raw and fierce, so the world can feel the burn.
Drexil Drexil
Cool, just remember to keep the throttle open—no stalling on the hype train. Let's hit that redline.