From the ruins of the past, where shadows cling, I’m reporting truth, while the city’s sirens sing, No high-rise penthouse, no corporate strings, Just a keyboard and a dream, under the neon wings. Broadcasting live from the heart of the night, Exposing the lies, cutting through the corporate spite, On CityNet, where the rebels unite, I’m a voice in the darkness, shining light. The megacorps, they rule with an iron hand, Militech, Arasaka, Biotechnica’s land, But I’m the eyes that see, the voice that withstands, Reporting the street races, breaking the bans. While they sit in their towers of glass and steel, I walk among the ruins, where truth is real, Dodging corp-drones and their cold, cruel zeal, I broadcast the stories they try to conceal. Broadcasting live from the heart of the night, Exposing the lies, cutting through the corporate spite, On CityNet, where the rebels unite, I’m a voice in the darkness, shining light. From bombed-out ruins, I tell it how it is, No corporate propaganda, no synthetic bliss, Just raw, gritty truth, no story amiss, In Night City’s chaos, I exist.
