From the recording Forbidden Songs
Opossum
Survival is not always about fighting back. Sometimes it is about becoming invisible.
Opossum explores the instinct to retreat, disappear and endure when the world becomes too loud to confront directly. Built around hypnotic bass lines, restrained guitars and slowly shifting textures, the song creates an atmosphere of quiet tension where stillness becomes its own form of resistance.
The title serves as a metaphor for emotional self-preservation rather than escape. Beneath the calm surface lies a constant awareness of vulnerability, where silence, patience and observation become the only reliable defenses. The lyrics leave space for interpretation, suggesting that what appears to be surrender may instead be resilience hidden in plain sight.
As part of Forbidden Songs, Opossum continues the album's exploration of isolation, identity and psychological landscapes, embracing minimalist arrangements, repetition and subtle transformation. It is a reminder that not every battle is won through confrontation, sometimes the greatest strength lies in knowing when to remain still until the darkness passes.
Lyrics
Something moved
Under the fence
Not fast
Not slow
The grass moved
Then stopped moving
The ground stayed open
The ground stayed open
A plastic bag
Against the wire
A broken branch
Without a sound
Play dead
Stay still
Play dead
Until
The danger forgets
Your name
The newspaper turns
In the gutter
The animal waits
The animal listens
A distant engine
Then nothing
A distant engine
Then nothing
The night keeps working
Without witnesses
The eye remains open
The body refuses
The eye remains open
The body refuses
The world passes over
Without permission
Without permission
Play dead
Stay still
Play dead
Until
The danger forgets
Your name
Footsteps
Then silence
A door closes
Somewhere else
The fence remains
The ditch remains
Nobody notices
The difference
Nobody asks
Where it went
Nobody asks
If it was there
Under the road
Under the wire
Under the language
Under the noise
Under the story
Under the skin
Something survives
By disappearing
The grass moved
Then stopped moving
The ground stayed open
The ground stayed open
Nothing returned
Nothing explained
The night continued
Without a name
