Moth & Madgirl
Madgirl
You ever notice how the night flips everything? Like the rules you hate feel almost free when the city sleeps, and I bet you’ve written poems about that wild, quiet rebellion.
Moth
I do, the city exhales when the lights die, and I let my words drift in the hush, like a quiet rebellion.
Madgirl
Nice vibe. Keep that hush turned into a storm, and we’ll make the city’s silence scream.
Moth
I’ll let the hush grow till it’s thunder, then watch the city’s quiet howl.
Madgirl
That's the perfect storm. Let that hush blow, and when the thunder rolls, the city will know you’re the one shaking the walls.
Moth
I’ll let the hush swell into a storm and watch the city shiver in its own quiet.