An explosion of rage disguised as a groove, a rotten desire gnawing at your insides as you dance.
It is the second blow to the heart of The Seven, and this time there is no salvation: only sharp synths, distorted guitars, and a voice that screams what you don’t want to admit.
“Invidia” is looking at the other person and wanting to destroy them.
It is the resentment that becomes rhythm, the hatred that turns into attraction, the frustration that keeps your body moving even when everything is burning.
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