[Intro] Vexa whispers: "They're chanting our names... this is messed up." Jara murmurs: "You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of code." [Verse 1] Lower sprawl streets turned shrine overnight Holograms of us glowing divine Statues in alleys, twintails carved in chrome Ponytail saint with rifle sublime Crowds on knees begging miracles Heal my lag, bless my feed They slip through the worshippers Hoods low, trying not to be seen [Pre-Chorus] One viral glitch, one twisted dream Turned them from runners to digital queens [Chorus 1] Data hit in the undercity night Data hit, holy parasite One glitch, one bounce, now they're on their knees Data hit – false deities Crowds scream salvation, offerings pile When the virus crowns them saints in denial Data hit – they're trapped in the hype [Verse 2] They push through the throng, fans grabbing leather Touch me, fix my broken implant Rituals circle with stolen clips Dancing to loops of old heist rants Jara shoulders past, eyes sharp Scanning for the source node Vexa ducks a kiss from a zealot teen Not today in devotee mode [Pre-Chorus] One wrong prayer, one signal trace Leads to the kid who put them in this place [Chorus 2] Data hit in the undercity night Data hit, they own the light One glitch, one bounce, time to break the spell Data hit – end this hell Crowds beg for wonders, they bring the cure When the virus made them saints, they burn it pure Data hit – back to shadows, empire [Verse 3] Basement lair, young coder wide-eyed Wanted them eternal, legends forever Screens full of their faces looped divine Virus born from obsession clever Vexa laughs: "Feels like a stalker bot got religion and learned to worship dirty" Jara shuts it down, code purge clean Idols just logged off, kid—sorry [Bridge] False gods crumble when the signal dies Next time fangirl from afar, no deify Shared low chuckle as the chants fade outside [Outro] Data hit... cult offline... Statues glitch out, saints deleted Back to the sprawl, just runners again Legend upgraded... or deleted?
