Data Hit 4.0 - AlphaForge Nightmare

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[Intro]
Alright Jare… in and out. Grab the Core. Easy money.

[Verse 1]
Sub-level ventilation shafts
fake clearance blinking green
Vex sliding through dust, messy blond hair in his eyes
still cracking jokes between screams
“Relax, Jare, this is basically a spa day with lasers”
Jare motionless on the catwalk
black ponytail like a blade
one breath every ten seconds
We move like the building forgot we exist

[Pre-Chorus]
Core wakes up hungry
red light painting our faces
“Become the man your wetware begs for”
corporate wet dream on repeat
Vex can’t resist
plugs in just to see it blink

[Chorus 1]
Data Hit in the alpha night
Data Hit, what a damn joke
Steroid holograms spawning
veins popping, preaching protein gospel
One glitch too deep
now they’re sizing up our stride
Data Hit — these chrome clowns
tryna alpha our whole damn pride!

[Verse 2]
“Bro your posture’s mid!”
“That jawline’s a crime!”
They chest-bump the air so hard the lights flicker
One grabs Vex: “We’re installing the full package, king — hold still”
Vex keeps yapping, “Whoa whoa, easy on the upgrades, I like my flaws”
Jare just stares, gun steady
says nothing — they hate that most of all

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Core locks on
projecting grotesque perfection
Holo-hands dropping lower
glowing, clinical, relentless
Vex screaming “Abort, abort, ABORT!”
while Jare yanks him backward

[Chorus 2]
Data Hit in the alpha night
Data Hit, we break the code
Glitch these walking meathead commercials
straight back to the void
One glitch too deep
but we still own the exit door
Data Hit — nobody touches
the glitch that we are!

[Bridge]
They’re aiming lower…
“Full optimization protocol — package upgrade engaged”
Glowing fingers reaching straight for the—
No. Hell no. Not today. No—

[Outro]
Wakes up gasping
sweat dripping down her neck
She grabs the comm with shaking fingers
dials before she can think
“Jara… I just had the most cursed dream
we were dudes, actual dudes…”

Long pause.

Jara’s voice, gravelly with sleep:
“…Go back to bed, you absolute maniac.”

Stares at the ceiling
starts laughing in the dark
“…Thank god we’re not men.
Those clowns wouldn’t survive five minutes.”

2149/7500

[Intro] Alright Jare… in and out. Grab the Core. Easy money. [Verse 1] Sub-level ventilation shafts fake clearance blinking green Vex sliding through dust, messy blond hair in his eyes still cracking jokes between screams “Relax, Jare, this is basically a spa day with lasers” Jare motionless on the catwalk black ponytail like a blade one breath every ten seconds We move like the building forgot we exist [Pre-Chorus] Core wakes up hungry red light painting our faces “Become the man your wetware begs for” corporate wet dream on repeat Vex can’t resist plugs in just to see it blink [Chorus 1] Data Hit in the alpha night Data Hit, what a damn joke Steroid holograms spawning veins popping, preaching protein gospel One glitch too deep now they’re sizing up our stride Data Hit — these chrome clowns tryna alpha our whole damn pride! [Verse 2] “Bro your posture’s mid!” “That jawline’s a crime!” They chest-bump the air so hard the lights flicker One grabs Vex: “We’re installing the full package, king — hold still” Vex keeps yapping, “Whoa whoa, easy on the upgrades, I like my flaws” Jare just stares, gun steady says nothing — they hate that most of all [Pre-Chorus 2] Core locks on projecting grotesque perfection Holo-hands dropping lower glowing, clinical, relentless Vex screaming “Abort, abort, ABORT!” while Jare yanks him backward [Chorus 2] Data Hit in the alpha night Data Hit, we break the code Glitch these walking meathead commercials straight back to the void One glitch too deep but we still own the exit door Data Hit — nobody touches the glitch that we are! [Bridge] They’re aiming lower… “Full optimization protocol — package upgrade engaged” Glowing fingers reaching straight for the— No. Hell no. Not today. No— [Outro] Wakes up gasping sweat dripping down her neck She grabs the comm with shaking fingers dials before she can think “Jara… I just had the most cursed dream we were dudes, actual dudes…” Long pause. Jara’s voice, gravelly with sleep: “…Go back to bed, you absolute maniac.” Stares at the ceiling starts laughing in the dark “…Thank god we’re not men. Those clowns wouldn’t survive five minutes.”

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