This Life

It sounds like a song that needs almost no words - the pulse decides everything. The rhythm beats right under your skin, and each repeated “heat” turns into either a command to move on or a mantra for survival in this strange reality.

It's that feeling of summer heat that doesn't subside even at night: the air is sticky, your breathing becomes irregular, and with it comes that very dizziness when only one thing matters - being “here and now.” The music seems to heat up the space around you, raising the temperature to the limit, and in this fire there is no fear, no doubt - only pure energy that cannot be contained.