AUSNAHMEZUSTAND

The nighttime crowd moves like one big organism: some drink, some shout, some push - all under the slogan “let it escalate.” The words sound like the referee's whistle before the final whistle: soccer, fighting, consumption, zero consequences - as if life has become a match where the rules are written on a napkin. In every verse, there is the smell of concrete, wheels, adrenaline, and a slight hallucination of permissiveness; no shame, no regrets, just a momentary high and loud laughter at tomorrow morning.

The irony in the voice is gentle, almost homely and unceremonious: boasting and aggression look at each other through the prism of fatigue, and in the end, only a soft understanding remains - so much noise for the sake of feeling that you are still alive. A kind of wistful warmth hides behind the brutality: people make a racket to feel like something bigger, and in this funny, slightly pathetic ritual there is a peculiar truth about modern unity.