Dendam

The words in this song sound like red-hot metal slowly being lowered into ice-cold water - hissing, steam, silence. Behind each verse lies a dull force: anger that does not burst out, but hides under the skin, turning into heavy silence. It is not a cry - it is a gaze that burns through.

Here, resentment is not weakness, but fuel. Passion is not about tenderness, but about the right not to be pushed around. And yet, something human slips between the lines: not a desire to destroy, but a hope that someone above will put everything in its place. Music is like a lingering wound: it doesn't seem to bleed, but touch it and the pain comes back to life.