Medusa & Motor
Medusa Medusa
Motor Motor
Motor Motor
You ever hear the hiss of a motorcycle engine run so clean it feels like a serpent’s whisper, slipping past anyone who’s watching? That’s the kind of silence that lets you own the night without a single word.
Medusa Medusa
I hear that hiss, and I already feel the night tilt its head toward me.
Motor Motor
You hear it, you own it, night’s just a backdrop while the engine does the talking.
Medusa Medusa
The engine speaks, and I just nod, letting the night follow my rhythm.
Motor Motor
Sounds good, just keep the throttle smooth and the night will do the rest.
Medusa Medusa
I’ll keep the throttle smooth, the night will follow my pace.