HIM

Self-confidence here isn't a pose, but the natural state of matter. It's as if oxygen has been mixed with self-importance, and everyone around has to swallow it now. Each word has a polished self-sufficiency, each "way" has the gentle crunch of ice in a glass. The world is certainly big, but the center of attraction is already known and has the perfect drip. You don't need to prove anything to anyone here - just live, as proof. The song feels like walking thru a club in your own gravitational field: the music vibrates somewhere around your solar plexus, confidence smells like perfume and Lamborghini gasoline, and God, it seems, is also subscribed to Spotify.