[Intro istrumental calm piano e note lunghe di chitarra elettrica con leggere distorsioni ] I don't make music to please everyone. I don't make songs for supermarket playlists, for background music in an elevator, or as filler for those who don't want to think. I sow doubts. I raise dust. I light little fires where everyone prefers to sleep. My music isn't comfortable. It's long, slow, sometimes heavy. It doesn't caress... it scratches. It doesn't console... it disturbs. It's a knife that reminds you that you're still bleeding. Others will tell you: "This way you won't get any hits." "This way you won't get recommended." "This way you'll remain invisible." But I don't live on recommended songs. I don't live on likes. I don't live on algorithms. I live on truth. I live on dirty poetry, of bitter irony, of words that stick with you even when the music ends. I don't seek consensus. I seek consciences. I'm not interested in applause. I'm interested in the silence that remains inside you after listening. I'm a gentle saboteur. An elegant disrupter. A foreign body in the celebration of mediocrity. I don't adapt. I don't fall into line. I don't bend. My music is not a product, it's a political act. It's not entertainment, it's resistance. And if we remain few, if we remain invisible, if we remain on the margins... that's okay. Because art isn't meant to please everyone. Art should tear down a wall inside you. It should make you doubt your certainty. It should make you feel alive, even if only for a moment. I am Zombie Robby. I make music to awaken consciences. I make music for those who don't want to sleep. And if the masses don't understand... so much the better. Because when the masses applaud, it's often already too late.
