[Intro] Woke up choking on red sand... Nyx left us for the vultures. Days of crawling, heatstroke visions. Then a shadow blocked the sun – old man with a banjo hauled us onto his porch. No names asked. Just water, shade, and a slow grin. Should’ve known kindness like that always hides a blade. [Verse 1] Half-dead we reached a lone farmhouse in the waste Porch boards creaking under an old man’s steady pace He dragged us in from the fire, set us in the shade Plucked his banjo soft while the moonshine was poured and made [Verse 2] Next morning he grinned through smoke, gave us new names to keep Called me "Lil’ Vexie," tipped his hat to Jara so deep "Welcome home, Miss Jarie-Belle, rest your bones a spell" Fed us beans and stories, no scans, no truth to tell [Pre-Chorus] Vexa teases, "This old timer’s sweeter than cracked corp code." Jara whispers, "In the quiet of the wasteland, old demons reload." [Chorus 1] Data Hit in the desert night Data Hit, feels too right One glitchbounce off a stranger’s grin Data Hit – who’s running the spin? Yeah, when the corn grows tall and the cred starts to flow Data Hit – we’ll steal the show [Verse 3] One night past the pickle jars I found a hidden door Elevator dropped smooth to a level never shown before Railguns on racks, drones humming in their bays Credsticks piled high like forgotten judgment days [Verse 4] Silas sat waiting on the porch, banjo on his knee Lit one last smoke, drawl slow as eternity "Seventeen times I died on paper, tired of the chase But the Sprawl still owes me – and now you girls share my grace." [Pre-Chorus] Vexa laughs, "This deal’s slicker than a ghost protocol." Jara mutters, "The weary shall inherit the armored vault." [Chorus 2] Data Hit in the desert night Data Hit, cutting bright One glitchbounce off a legend’s grin Data Hit – the real game begins Yeah, when the dust lies low and the new base starts to glow Data Hit – nobody knows [Bridge] He tossed us bunker keys and cred enough to start clean Said, "Gear up, build your fortress, just answer when I ring." We packed the van under blood-red dying light Old wolf watching his new pack take flight [Outro] Lil’ Vexie and Miss Jarie-Belle rolling out at dawn... New arsenal, new cred, new devil on call. Thanks for the save, old man. Your first favor’s already queuing. --- Lyrics © 2025 TrixTuneX All Rights Reserved. Exclusively available on Suno.
