Zu viel

The world seems to have split in two - the sky above, concrete below, and between them, a trapped heart that is still trying to understand why all this is happening. The words sound like both a confession and an accusation: it seems like he is asking someone for salvation, but in reality he is just trying to make sure that he has not gone mad all alone.

In this chaos, there is no place for beautiful phrases about faith and love - only a weary “I see paradise, but I walk on earth.” The song smells of iron, cigarette smoke, and that feeling when the light of a streetlamp seems more honest than any god. Sad, loud, truthful. And for some reason, it makes it a little easier - it means you're still alive.