Takedown (German)

A sweet appearance like candy - beautiful and already suspicious. Behind the smile hides a scheme, behind kind words - emptiness, and immediately there is a heavy, pleasant relief: it's time to reset your vibes and open your eyes. The rhythm seems to push you out of the play, the voice is like a note in a diary, scratched on the edge of a fingernail: enough acting, enough suffering. The anger is not frightening, but functional - hot, fast, through the veins and in time.

Observation turns into calculation: the mask slips, the house of cards crumbles, the demons are left to themselves. There is no sympathy - there is clarity and light irony about one's own patience: all these faces are just decorations that can finally be blown away. In the end, it is not the victory of anger, but almost a domestic ritual of purification; a quiet confidence that it is time to remove what has long prevented one from breathing.