You all know Night City is shit a dark heart its veins the streets screams and gunshots instead of beats pumping the drooling blood of misfits Life here is not a right but a good school’s a privilege as are healthcare and food things and people have a label, a price— an eddies-cake, everyone wanting a slice There’s only one thing that’s free, or so it seems: a chimera, an illusion a thin dream. It’s free I said but it comes with a cost, and you realize you had it once lost. It’s love it finds its way under the chrome It’s love you’d better find some It’s love it syncs in blood and neural chips It’s love a shield against this apocalypse That’s why Orpheus went down in depth facing Hades, trading wits for death he thought he’d won back Eurydice but she was different, in a way hard to see He didn’t turn back as they crossed the river but Orpheus was reflected in the dark mirror In the end, souls too have a price— and the god himself took his slice There’s only one thing that’s free, or so it seems: a chimera, an illusion a thin dream. It’s free I said but it comes with a cost, and you realize you had it once lost. It’s love it finds its way under the chrome It’s love you’d better find some It’s love it syncs in blood and neural chips It’s love but the dead should remain dead You all know Night City is a turd— more so now the dead are flooding the world be aware of ghosts crawling in the Net but also of the ones who are not dead yet