Демоны

The song sounds like a night-time conversation with oneself on the verge of sleep and anxious awakening. The words are fragmented, repetitive, like a mantra, as if whispered in a dimly lit kitchen, leaning against the windowsill. The ‘demons’ here are not about horns and tails, but about the inner chaos that clings to thoughts while someone forgets their cigarettes on the balcony and looks in the mirror, checking to see if their reflection will return.

The music creates a feeling of a circular path: January, June, January again. It's like running through a rainy city at night, where the neon lights are blurred and your heart is pounding with anxiety, but inside there is still a faint glimmer of hope. This song is about exhaustion, about struggle, and about that very moment when, despite the fear and chainsaws in your chest, you still want to breathe out and believe that the demons will not prevail.