Öldür Beni

The words fall like footprints in fresh snow - sharp, abrupt, as if each one breathes with exhaustion. They convey not just resentment, but the entire chronicle of a wounded heart that has long since ceased to believe in miraculous salvation and now gives the order itself: “Cut, let go, kill slowly.” But behind this there is no pretense, only honest fatigue and a desire to scrape off the old skin.

The music envelops the lyrics in such a way that the heaviness ceases to be frightening. It becomes something like a last deep breath - something that helps you not to drown in your own poison, but to experience its taste to the end. And while the words are sounding, there is a feeling that even this slow death can be a purification.