Crossroads

I don’t remember exactly how it got written. I remember we were somewhere around Nizhny Novgorod, passing through on the way from Tatarstan. I was throwing a lot of prompts at riffs in the “punk metalcore” line back then. This one apparently filled out better than the others. Something came to mind straight away that was both unknown and calling you onward — that happens on the road fairly often.

I think I started writing it well before December 2024, but I wasn’t happy with the ending, or with some of the words that were too AI-ish (writing lyrics with ChatGPT was still new to me then, it had only just learned to rhyme, so — guilty — I overdid it a bit).