Play Dead (NDC)
stark post-punk drive—sharp basslines, sparse guitar, and mechanical drums—softened by playful touches like glockenspiel, sing-song keyboard riffs, or nursery-rhyme rhythms, The vocals would remain low and brooding, but delivered with a hint of childlike repetition, turning innocence into something eerie and unsettling
[Verse 1] We fall in the grass, The world holds its breath. Eyes closed in silence, Pretending the death. [Chorus] Play dead, stay still, Hear the wind, feel the chill. Play dead, don’t move, Till the darkness takes you. [Verse 2] Count to a hundred, Still shadows remain. Laughing in whispers, We vanish again. [Chorus] Play dead, stay still, Hear the wind, feel the chill. Play dead, don’t move, Till the darkness takes you. [Bridge] The silence is heavy, It clings to our skin. A game that we’re playing, But shadows slip in. [Chorus] Play dead, stay still, Hear the wind, feel the chill. Play dead, don’t move, Till the darkness takes you.
