ZEROMAX - Slow Slow Original Mix

Slow, slow, slow, slow.
The world is rushing forward, trying to catch a moving train.
Burning up the energy and stressing out the brain.
But I am stepping backward from the universal race,
Finding my own rhythm in a quiet, steady space.
Every single traffic light is flashing yellow.
Trying to inject the heavy static in my head.
One breath, one step—letting all the friction pass.