Murder Mystery

The song stretches out like hot air over asphalt: one word turns into a mantra, repetition into hypnosis. It seems as if the dialogue is stuck on one question, and now it grows into an echo, sometimes quiet, sometimes piercing, until it fills the entire space.

There is both despair and a stubborn desire to shout out, even if the answer never comes. The beat hums like a heartbeat, and the words break up and blur, leaving the listener with a strange, half-asleep feeling. And there is no boredom in this loop - only a growing sense that within a simple “why” lies a whole universe of unspoken words.