[Intro] Vexa calls: Easy in, easy out... famous last words. Jara murmurs: Pride goes before the fall – let's roll anyway. [Verse 1] Sneak through the hangar, shadows our cloak, Find the prototype, no joke, Not a chip, not a gun – it's a beast on tracks, Massive tank gleaming, ready to attack... [Verse 2] Frustrated grins, but credits don't lie, Job's a job, time to improvise, Vexa jumps driver, engines roar alive, Jara on turret – let's survive... [Pre-Chorus] Streets crumbling under armored might, Drones swarming left and right... [Chorus] Data hit in the hangar night, Data hit, wrong damn type, One glitch, one massive tank surprise, Data hit – can't pocket the prize, Drones dropping like endless rain, Data hit – going insane, When the heat builds up too high... Data hit – we say goodbye... [Verse 3] Vexa yells: Drones incoming like Space Invaders on steroids – Drop 'em left, right, extra lives expired! Jara intones: As it is written: 'Perform your duty equipoised' – Even if it means frying circuits brutally... [Bridge] Overheating core, red lights flash, Fields ahead – make the dash... [Chorus] Data hit in the burning night, Data hit, what a wild ride, One glitch, one explosive grand finale, Data hit – no credits, no rally, Fields blurring as we leap free, Data hit – just you and me, When the beast blows up behind... Data hit – we don't mind... [Outro] Vexa laughs: Next job better be pocket-sized. Jara whispers: The grid always balances the score.
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