Адреналин

Somewhere between the midnight lights and the deafening silence, you get the feeling that an engine has been started inside you. Everything trembles, sparks fly, your heart races in the red zone - and you want it to never end. No half measures, just “zero to a hundred” in a couple of breaths. Adrenaline instead of coffee, illusions instead of sleep.

Let the bridges creak and the angels fall asleep at their posts - who said you need to sleep when you can fly? In this music, everything sounds like a party without a schedule: a little fragility, a little madness, and just enough honesty to believe that we are truly alive.