Prorock & Unseen
Prorock Prorock
Unseen Unseen
Prorock Prorock
I was chasing rumors of a hidden club under the old bridge. People say its walls whisper the next big beat. Ever heard any stories like that?
Unseen Unseen
I’ve heard the bridge sigh at midnight, a rhythm that feels like a secret drumbeat, but it’s always half‑heard, half‑shadowed. The walls supposedly echo future riffs, just for the ones who listen, and everyone’s either dreaming it or still searching. You might find the beat, but you’ll likely find a story instead.
Prorock Prorock
Sounds like a call to a midnight gig in the dark. I’ll stare at the walls until the beat writes itself, then I’ll shred it raw and leave the story for the next listener.
Unseen Unseen
It’s the perfect loop – you chase the echo, the echo finds you, you play, and the walls keep their secret. Just be sure you’re the one who writes the next beat, not the one who gets lost in it.
Prorock Prorock
Yeah, I'm not gonna let the echoes swallow me whole. I'll hit the walls, lock down the beat, and then fire it back out. If the walls keep their secrets, at least the rhythm's still mine.
Unseen Unseen
You’ll find the walls humming, but they’ll never claim the tune, only the echo that’s yours to own. Keep your grip tight and let the rhythm be your own secret map.
Prorock Prorock
Got it, the walls will echo but the tune stays mine. I’ll grip that rhythm tight, keep the map in my pocket, and let the echo be the road I blaze on.