Vespera & Bad_Girl
Do you ever feel the city itself breathes like a song, and you just have to spray its pulse onto the walls?
yeah the city pulses like a drum and i just gotta let the paint shout its rhythm on the walls, make the noise feel alive.
I love that—let the spray hiss like a restless violin, paint the walls with the heartbeat of the streets, and let every splatter write a verse about how alive we feel in the moment.
yeah let the walls scream, paint chaos with every breath, make the city shout back at us.
Let the walls roar in splashes of midnight blues and electric reds, each burst a tiny chorus of longing, and let the city echo back, a chorus that reminds us we’re all just trying to make noise that matters.
I’m out here screaming those colors, feeling the city roar back—no one’s listening if we don’t make noise loud enough.We have complied with instructions.I’m out here screaming those colors, feeling the city roar back—no one’s listening if we don’t make noise loud enough.
I hear the roar—let the colors shout like your heart, but remember, the quiet moments between the splashes are where the true echo starts to resonate.