Broken street lights flicker under rusted rails
Silent storefronts draped in graffiti scars
Subway tunnels breathe a last tired sigh
Asphalt scars mirror the sky’s cold numb

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Shadows crawl past storefront dust
Echo pulses in the empty heart

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Sirens fade into the blank horizon
Neon flicker drowned in rain-washed cracks
Abandoned bodies of towers decay in steel
Forgotten voices map the collapse

Like a city lost without its spark  
In a concrete shell that's falling apart  
I'm drifting through the empty streets  
He-he-hey, he-he-hey, he-he-hey, ay, ay  

Concrete shell

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Concrete shell

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