idols

The words sound like an admission that dazzling mirages can blind us more than real stars. The pursuit of ‘false gods’ leaves only empty hands and the feeling that time has been wasted. But there is no tragedy in this - rather, clarity, as if the neon lights in the room have finally been turned off and the door to the outside has become visible.

The motif here is not defeat, but a turning point: to abandon unnecessary idols, to give them up without pity and finally free up space for something real. The music holds this decision confidently, like a mantra, where each repeated line only drives the nail deeper into the old system of values. The irony of fate is that defeat turns out to be victory, because sometimes the way forward begins with surrender.