[Intro] Halloween. Police charity ball. Everyone’s in costume. We came for the main prize. [Verse 1] Twintails under a crooked black hat, Jara’s ponytail sharp through the lace. Cops in cheap costumes, half of them vampires, We walk right through with the rest of the faces. Raffle drum turning under orange neon, Dress blues mixed with capes and fake blood. Vexa leans close, voice low over the music, “Main prize. — We take it. — Then we’re gone.” [Pre-Chorus 1] One look at the card and her whole face goes flat. Dinner with Badge? That’s the prize? She stares at the sign like it personally slapped her. “This is the best that they got?” [Chorus 1] Data Hit in the charity night, Data Hit, main prize not even close. Dinner with Badge while the room cheers, Data Hit — we just wanted the creds. When the raffle’s a joke and the cops start to bet, Data Hit — this one’s a mess. [Verse 2] Vexa’s already in the terminal screen, Ten seconds later the prize has been swapped. Everyone just calls them Coffee and Donut, Flask and a dead radio, still talking like seventy-five. She prints the new card, slides it back in the drum, Jara just watches, one brow slightly raised. “Better?” she asks. Vexa shrugs with a smirk. “Someone’s stuck with the past for a night.” [Pre-Chorus 2] Drum starts to spin and the room leans in closer. Every cop who bought tickets is grinning. Number comes up and the laughter dies quiet. Two ancient badges step forward. [Chorus 2] Data Hit when the prize gets rewritten, Data Hit, Coffee and Donut for two. Half the department just lost their evening, Data Hit — we rewrote the rules. When the old boys get stuck with the past, Data Hit — this one’s just right. [Bridge] Badge watches the reaction, lips twitching. She doesn’t call it in. One switch kills the lights in the hall, Everything drops into black. Outside the hover-broom’s already running, Hats and capes whipping hard in the wind. [Final Chorus] Data Hit on the broom through the night, Data Hit, Badge killed the lights again. Cops stumbling over each other in the dark, Data Hit — Coffee and Donut still waiting. When the dead mics crackle and the costumes trip, Data Hit — this one’s ours. [Outro] Jara says dry: “Coffee and Donut.” Vexa answers cheeky: “They looked bored.” Both lose it. Data Hit. (Data Hit) --- Lyrics © 2026 TrixTuneX All Rights Reserved. Visuals: Created with Grok · Music: Suno Exclusively available on Suno.
