For a long while, Inhuman’s works based on our personal lives: We sang about struggles, complaining about twisted eighth grade syndrome.
Somehow, this time we want to do it differently, we’d like to talk about imperfect beauty.
As we grow up, society wants us to fit in, people are always teaching us about tacky sense of beauty and praising about mainstream values, but we know, it's just not for everyone.
This album shows our comfort shape after being crushed, we don’t judge if it’s beautiful or not, it’s the proof of our existence.
