The tale is simple, raw, and bare— yet in its primal heart, it ends in joy... or something wondrously close to that. 🫣😱🤪 ------------------------------------------------ [Intro] The job sounded too good – a bio-weapon that eats armor like acid rain… We hit the arms corp vault… grab the cryo-canister… simple in and out… [Verse 1] Vexa cracks the ice vault, twintails bouncing under helmet lights Jara quotes Ezekiel: “The sword shall devour flesh tonight” We lift the cryo-tank, cold mist kissing our cybersuits Silent as ghosts through corridors, boots barely touching the route [Pre-Chorus] Alarms scream red, watch-bots swarm like angry hornets Vexa laughs: “It’s like trying to diet in a donut shop” We blast our way out, lasers carving metal corpses Hover-van screaming into the neon rain, hearts in overdrive [Chorus] Data hit in the undergrid night Data hit, everything tight One glitch and the corps come down Data hit – own this town Laser fire, cryo cracked Data hit – no turning back When the job’s done and the credits flow Data hit – steal the show [Verse 2] Back in the hideout, the canister hisses pink mist slow Vexa says: “Great, it’s leaking – like a cheap stim in a heatwave” Cloud wraps around us, thick as guilt in church We cough, wait for lungs to melt… but nothing hurts [Pre-Chorus] No burns, no pain, suits still gleaming chrome Jara mutters: “The Lord preserveth the faithful” We shrug, call it a bust, dump the tank in the corner Head to the bar for drinks and fresh scores [Chorus] Data hit in the undergrid night Data hit, went wrong this time One glitch and the plan falls down Data hit – lost the crown Laser scars, empty hands Data hit – changing plans When the mist clears and the truth unfolds Data hit – stories told [Verse 3] In the dive bar haze, rivals circle like sharks Old friends toast, enemies smirk in the dark Then the suits start fizzing – seams dissolving slow Vexa whispers: “It’s like stripping in a snowstorm” [Bridge] Armor flakes away like cheap paint in rain Weapons crumble to dust, leaving skin bare again Naked in the neon, surrounded by grins Jara prays quick: “Deliver us from evil… amen” We bolt for the door, dodging hands and jeers Laughing and cursing into the night [Outro] Job failed? Or just twisted fate… Naked and running… but still in the game…
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