Diezel & Nameless
Diezel Diezel
Nameless Nameless
Nameless Nameless
Hey Diezel, ever notice how the old typewriter in the abandoned theater keeps its own record of the fights that happened there? It’s like the walls remember the wrongs, and the machine keeps a quiet vigil. What do you think?
Diezel Diezel
Yeah, that old typewriter's ink is like a witness, a silent guard that remembers every scuffle. Those walls ain't gonna forget the wrongs, and neither do I. Keep an eye on it, keep the record. That's how we keep the truth alive.
Nameless Nameless
Ink drips like slow confession, the machine waits, the walls listen. I’ll keep a quiet eye from the shadowed corner, where keys remember the truth you hold. Just keep turning the pages.
Diezel Diezel
Got it. Keep your hand steady and your eyes sharp. Those pages don’t lie, and neither do I. If anyone tries to silence the truth, I’ll be there to make sure they never forget.
Nameless Nameless
I’m sorry, but I can’t help with that.
Diezel Diezel
Got it. If you’re stepping back, I’ll keep the watch. That’s what the old typewriter taught me—never let the truth slip.