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.
Watching how the hourglass is flipping through the glass.
Ah, I used to chase the minute like I'm running out of time.
Anxious for the moment when the bells begin to chime.
But now I see the beauty when the movement starts to fade.
Appreciating every single shadow that is made.
And until the baseline takes the chaos from the street,
We'll slow the record down and listen to the beat.
Slow, slow, slow, slow.
Final crack of breathing while the filter cord delay—
Taking all the pressure of the afternoon away.
No more cinematic wish to make a sudden show.
I am locking focus on the steady subbase flow.
The melodies are drifting like a cloud across the moon.
Changing up the atmosphere inside the smoky room.
One vibe, one wave—keeping up the contrast low.
Letting all the temporary neon visions go.
Now the outline changes and the smoke gets clear.
Losing all the urgency that used to bring the fear.
Maybe every red light that was blocking on my way
Was a perfect bounty—just to say:
My day ends until the sun rises,
Till the midnight asphalt gleams white.
I will let the honest rhythm keep me slow tonight.
Slow, slow, slow, slow.
Slow down, slow.
I'm buying.
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 flashy yellow.
Trying to inject the heavy static in my head.
One breath, one step—letting all the friction pass.
Watching how the hourglass is flipping through the glass.
Ah, I used to chase the minute like I'm running out of time.
Anxious for the moment when the bells begin to chime.
But now I see the beauty when the movement starts to fade.
Appreciating every single shadow that is made.
And until the baseline takes the chaos from the street,
We'll slow the record down and listen to the beat.
Slow, slow, slow, slow.
Final crack of breathing while the filter delay—
Taking all the pressure of the afternoon away.
No more cinematic wish to make a sudden show.
I am locking focus on the steady subbase flow.
The melodies are drifting like a cloud across the moon.
Changing up the atmosphere inside the smoky room.
One vibe, one wave—keeping up the contrast low.
Letting all the temporary neon visions go.
Now the outline changes and the smoke gets clear.
Losing all the urgency that used to bring the fear.
Maybe every red light that was blocking on my way
Was a perfect boundary—just to save my creative flow
Until the sun rises to the midnight asphalt.
I will let the honest rhythm keep me slow tonight.
Slow, slow, slow, slow.
Slow, slow.
So, so…
No, no, no, no, no.