PaleTO

Everything spins as if it were a non-stop party: smoke, noise, lights, and that same chorus repeated over and over until you're in a trance - about ‘four grams,’ about bodies spinning around, about life being like a game of ping-pong. It seems like pure hooliganism, confidence and movement - but somewhere beneath it all, a dull echo can be heard: dark states, limbo pretending to be fun. In every verse - there is both showing off and fatigue from it.

Between the lines, things that are not usually said break through: lost money, a broken heart, boredom from victories and the desire to be off stage for at least a minute, just nearby. Everything sounds loud, bright, deliberately dirty - but that's the truth. A world where glitter sticks to the skin no worse than melancholy.