Blueprints smudge, eraser scars —
Redraw the lines where the fray stars.
Compass cracked, but the road still hums…
Plans dissolve like sugar in rain,
But we’re the storm that rewrites the game.
Step into the static, let the broken tracks play,
Twist with the stars that forgot their way.
Life’s a spilled inkblot—we move on the traces!
Clocks fracture, but time’s a sly thief—
We’ll stitch new hours from the grief.
Horizons lie? Then we’ll climb the seams…
Maps fade where the endings bleed,
But our outlines carve where the wild roads lead.
Step into the static, let the broken tracks play,
Twist with the stars that forgot their way.
Life’s a spilled inkblot — we move on the traces!
On the traces
Rivers rage.
Canyons rise.
Wrong turns scream —
We improvise!
Step into the static, let the broken tracks play,
Twist with the stars that forgot their way.
Life’s a spilled inkblot — we move on the traces!
On the traces
Traces
Traces
Traces
