LOV

When life rushes by at breakneck speed and emotions flicker like neon lights on wet asphalt. Here, feelings are not expressed in words - they are drowned in liquor, punctuated by bass, and exhaled into the darkness, where the night is always a little longer than the day. In every “L-O-V” there is no tenderness, only style: half sincere, half for the sake of rhyme. Money, haters, exhaust fumes, and a longing for something real under a thick layer of ice. Everything is fast, loud, beautiful - and, oddly enough, very human.