"Odessa 2075" is a futuristic, dystopian pop story – a youth tale about life, loss, and awakening in the city of Odessa in the year 2075.

[Verse 1]
The harbor sleeps beneath the drones,
rusted ships with silver bones.
Children trade their names for bread,
but who remembers what was said?

A woman hums in static rain,
her voice repeats a long-lost pain.
Was she ever real, or just a sound?
Can silence ever be found?

[Chorus]
Odessa 2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

[Verse 2]
A boy builds wings from broken code,
his faith a glitch, his heart a node.
He flies above the temple’s ash, 
but where do fallen angels crash?

[Chorus]
Odessa  2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

[Bridge]
In the opera house of zeroes,
a child replays the end.
Was this the fall of Eden,
or just a way to mend?

And in the hush between two beats,
a question starts to rise,
if every sin was born from love,
then who decides what dies?

[Verse 3]
The satellites hum psalms of steel, 
I wonder if they feel what’s real. 
Can prayers be sent through fractured air, 
and who’s still listening there?

[Chorus]
Odessa 2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

[Outro – Bridge]
In the opera house of zeroes,
a child replays the end.
Was this the fall of Eden,
or just a way to mend?

And in the hush between two beats,
a question starts to rise,
if every sin was born from love,
then who decides what dies?

[Outro – Chorus]
Odessa  2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

Odessa 2075 [Extended Version]

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

Writes original song lyrics and takes custom lyric requests under the artist name La Wi. This platform is also home to the creative collaborations of the Psychonaut Collective (The Psychonauts). Thank you for your support and appreciation.