D>E>A>T>H>M>E>T>A>L

In this chaos, everything resembles a comic book: forgotten keys, pills “for balance,” and a group of rockers who, for some reason, are not into rock. Sarcasm dances to the rhythm here, and the chorus turns into a spell - as if the beat itself is persuading you not to turn it on. A little bit of madness, a pinch of irony, and a thick admixture of punk: when the world around you is absurd, all you can do is laugh, shake your head, and hum “do-do-do.”

Producer: Panchiko

Mixing engineer: Panchiko

Composer: Panchiko