саунд

Like a dirty nightclub mirror, the track reflects the ugliest and most alluring aspects of human flesh. It's filled with sticky heat, the smoke of other people's bodies, and meaningless bravado, behind which you can hear a hunger not for love, but for confirmation that you can still feel something. It all sounds like a confession recorded on a dictaphone after three days without sleep: fragmented phrases, nervous laughter, as if the hero himself doesn't believe in his own power, but still continues to burn himself and others. Disgust and pleasure intertwine in a dance where a step aside makes it unclear who is the victim and who is the executioner.