Description
The walls of this “mansion” are uncomfortable - there is too much silence, which weighs heavier than any screams. Every line sounds like a step through empty rooms, where dust collects memories of what once lived here. The body feels old, not because of age, but because the weight of memories hangs on its shoulders.
Words turn into riddles with more emptiness than answers. “Who are you?” is a question that seeks no response, only opening the door wider to doubt. A dry leaf on the door handle, traces of water in the hallway - small things that become symbols of entire lost worlds.
In this music, joy is promised, but it breaks down along the way. And all that remains is the strange beauty of decay - the kind that makes you want to turn away and linger for another second at the same time.
Visual effects and coloring: Elijah Seger
Lyrics and translation
Original
Murder my body.
Infusation,
I can't stand it.
Murder,
I follow the trail of lights back to you.
I went too far.
Murder, you speak the language with no questions. I look back at you.
Who are -you?
-You're the only one here.
Who are -you? -Follow the trail.
Who are you?
This may be -my final words. -Murder,
I place my bet on a future that we call joy.
You're being broken.
Yeah, you're broken.