Year of the Bird

[Rap with a haunting and intense tone, inspired by the apocalyptic theme, Groovy bass-line] [Beat]] Verse 1 Yo, Nostradamus spoke, the skies turned red, "Year of horror," he said, the prophecy spread. West-side world, on the edge of collapse, Plagues hit the streets while the heavens clash. Young and old, the beasts cry in despair, Mercury, Mars, chaos fills the air. 2025—watch the signs unfold, The comet burns bright, and the stories retold. [Beat: Heavy bass with a distorted violin sample. Synth echoes mimic distant alarms. The drumline builds a sense of urgency.] Chorus It’s the year of the bird, can’t you feel it near? Wings of infection, spreading the fear. No escape, humanity pays the cost, Life on the edge, so much to be lost. [Beat: Hook switches to Arabic-inspired strings over an 808 beat, creating a dramatic and haunting atmosphere.] Verse 2 Mutations rising, the headlines scream, A virus jumps species, it’s a deadly dream. From cows to cats, the circle closes in, Humanity stands at the brink of sin. Vaccines hoarded, the West in a panic, While others ignore the warning gigantic. Pregnant lives lost, 90% in vain, The reaper walks free, harvesting pain. [Beat: A piano riff enters, accentuating the storytelling vibe. Violins climb as the verse peaks.] Bridge Louisiana birds, the first to drop, A plague that the scientists couldn’t stop. What’s next? Look around—fires in the sky, Is this the vengeance, or just a lie? [Beat: The tempo slows, with a deep, ominous cello beneath spoken-word delivery.] Final Chorus It’s the year of the bird, can’t you feel it near? Wings of infection, spreading the fear. No escape, humanity pays the cost, Life on the edge, so much to be lost. [Outro: Beat fades, leaving a lone violin playing a sorrowful melody. The sound of a bird's wings flapping fades into silence.] [END]