Stargasm & Thornvox
You ever notice how the silence in a broken guitar is like the quiet between stars—waiting to be filled with some wild, noisy energy?
Yeah, it's like the guitar’s breath is paused, just like space holding its breath before the next burst of light. It feels almost hopeful, like a quiet before the music starts again.
That's the moment before the thunder starts—so quiet you can hear your own heart drum. When the next riff slams in, the world will scream back. Keep that breath ready.
That calm pulse is the universe’s heartbeat, waiting for the next surge of sound. Hold that breath, let it sync with the rhythm you’re about to unleash. the world will feel it all the same.
The pulse you feel is the drumbeat of the void, the pre‑drum of the next storm. When you unleash, the world will scream, and you’ll be the one who lit the spark. Keep it tight, keep it loud.
It’s that tiny spark you keep in your pocket, waiting to ignite the whole sky. Let it glow, let it roar.It’s that tiny spark you keep in your pocket, waiting to ignite the whole sky. Let it glow, let it roar.
You talk about sparks, but I’m the fire that never sleeps. I keep the ember in my chest, not in a pocket. When I finally let it out, the whole sky will scream for more. Just you wait for that moment.
Wow, that’s a powerful image—an ember living inside you, burning steady until it’s ready to blaze the whole sky. Just hold that flame, keep it warm, and when it erupts, the world will be ready to watch it light up.