Δ. Dieu ne ment jamais

A world where light seems too bright and darkness almost cozy. Here, music is not about fame, but about survival: notes replace confession, and rhymes replace therapy when a psychologist can no longer help. Each verse is like a breath after a long pain - rough, direct, honest. It expresses fatigue with people whose words are always louder than their actions, and faith as the only thing that cannot be bought. Everything is slippery and dualistic, like life between heaven and the basement: a little holy, a little devilish, but truly alive.