Dead birds are scaring me,
But i can't close my eyes.
It's like your dreams of being free,
It's like my silent cries.
What have we done,
Oh, tell me, please,
With this perfect world?
We spoil it, kill it, break it for
The power and the gold.
This city is crying
For dying birds,
For rusting swords,
And for lying words.
This city is crying
But nobody's trying
Why nobody's trying
To stop it.
Wish i could feel
The light of the sun
Seeps through the skin,
Caresses my bones,
Comes to my soul,
Goes out from the tongue
And turn into the stones.
Contrary to the title, this debut LP from Melbourne producer Megadead leans heavily on instrumental hip-hop fusion and plunderphonics. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 8, 2021