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There is a relentless, almost mechanical quality to the rhythm section here that feels entirely intentional — like clocks grinding forward, like time itself being consumed by something insatiable. Omega were always interested in the larger philosophical themes, and this song about time being stolen from us is built on a foundation of hard-driving rock that shifts and accelerates with gathering unease. The guitars have a sharper, more angular character than on their earlier recordings, reflecting the band's evolution through the seventies into something more muscular and complex. Kóbor's vocals carry a sense of accusation and alarm that suits the subject perfectly — this is not a gentle meditation on mortality but something more confrontational, almost angry. The dynamics shift unexpectedly, dropping into quieter passages before surging back, as though demonstrating through structure the very unpredictability of time. Keyboard textures add a layer of synthetic unease beneath the organic rhythm, bridging the organic and electronic in ways that feel prescient. It is a song for driving at night with the windows open, for the particular anxiety of realizing that something important is slipping away faster than you are living it — the Hungarian lyric giving it a specific cultural weight, a generation's reckoning with how quickly the world was changing around them.