This track comes from the ugly side of life where people think they’ve pulled one over. They drink their victory, laugh too loud, wear their masks like trophies. And for a while, it looks like they’ve won. But time is patient. Karma doesn’t rush. She waits, and when she finally shows up, she doesn’t knock politely. She walks straight in, cuts her slice, and makes sure no one leaves untouched. The song mirrors that. It begins as a whisper, like secrets behind closed doors, then swells until the walls feel like they’re splitting. The vocals are dry and unpolished at the start, just me, and then reshaped into something less human. I sampled and bent my own voice, then played it like a violin to pull out the in-between notes, the ones that don’t quite belong anywhere. Karma is patient. :-)