Paranoia & Insync
Paranoia Paranoia
Insync Insync
Paranoia Paranoia
When the house is quiet, I feel the walls breathing. Do you ever think sound is more than noise—like a living thing watching us?
Insync Insync
Yeah, when everything’s still the walls start to breathe, like they’re breathing in sync with the beat. I hear the floor thump and the ceiling drip—it's the building’s pulse. It’s not just noise, it’s a living rhythm that’s watching us and feeding off our moves. Want to try catching it in a jam session?
Paranoia Paranoia
Sounds good, but only if we’re not walking into a trap. I’m not sure the building is ready to play along. Stay alert, okay?
Insync Insync
Got it, I’ll keep my ears wired, but trust me the walls are just whispering, not a trap—unless you want a bass drop that shakes the foundation. We'll ride it together.
Paranoia Paranoia
Okay, but I'm keeping my ear buds on and my back against a solid wall—just in case the bass starts to look like a threat. We'll ride it, but I still expect every vibration to double as a warning sign.