[Intro] Boot the hex, load the RAM, Crack the stack, skip the JAM, Assembly scrollin’ like a prayer, Machine code breathin’ pixel air. [Verse 1] 2A03, runnin’ lean, Pulse channels squeal in duty dreams, Hardwired hooks in 6502, Arps so quick, they fake chords too. Pitch bend sweeps, timer ticks, DPCM drops those crunchy kicks, We bent the APU by frame, With memory maps we staked our claim. [Chorus] We wrote the sound in hex and pain, No DAWs, just brains and bus domains. Bit by bit, with byte precision, Our code sang out in retro rhythm. SID or PICO, Fami too, Each register we pushed right through. Glory to the hackers bold, Who turned machine code into gold. [Verse 2] Duty shifts at 25%, Heartfelt bends through square wave vents. Tracker rows with volume trails, Envelope fades like circuit tales. Frame-by-frame we shaped each breath, Pitch decay in rising death, Pulse so hollow, warm, and wide, We made her weep, she never lied. [Chorus] We wrote the sound in hex and pain, No DAWs, just brains and bus domains. Bit by bit, with byte precision, Our code sang out in retro rhythm. SID or PICO, Fami too, Each register we pushed right through. Glory to the hackers bold, Who turned machine code into gold. [Verse 3] DMG-01, wave channel hacked, Custom samples, memory packed. Nibble-swapped and 4-bit deep, Basslines wobble, breaks that sweep. Sweep register for slide FX, Bitcrushed beats and pulse FX, V-Blank syncs our tempo call, With pop and hiss, we built it all. [Bridge] Three voices hum like thunder’s edge, Sawtooth fire and triangle pledge. ADSR curves with filter sweep, Resonant love from chips that beep. Modulate, sync, ring mod screams, Layered waveforms in broken dreams, We ruled the 6581, Analog heat in digital fun. [Chorus] We wrote the sound in hex and pain, No DAWs, just brains and bus domains. Bit by bit, with byte precision, Our code sang out in retro rhythm. SID or PICO, Fami too, Each register we pushed right through. Glory to the hackers bold, Who turned machine code into gold. [Verse 4] Raster interrupts, split the screen, IRQ beat loops chiseled clean. Compo nights and SIDwave pride, Wrote music like we hacked the tide. 16K and no delay, But still the tune found room to play. Hex in hand and no excuse, The demo scene let chaos loose. [Verse 5] PICO-8, our digital child, Lua loops in palettes wild. Tracker rows and 4-channel bliss, Old-school rules we still don’t miss. Virtual chips but retro hearts, New code breathes in pixel parts. Even now in modern age, We write in bits to break the cage. [Outro] So here’s to those who dared the code, Whose hands and hearts made waveforms glow'd. From bit to byte, from ROM to sky, You made 8-bit forever fly. So load the song, and press reset, Your synths and chips, we won’t forget. [Chorus Outro] We wrote the sound in hex and pain, No DAWs, just brains and bus domains. Bit by bit, with byte precision, Our code sang out in retro rhythm. SID or PICO, Fami too, Each register we pushed right through. Glory to the hackers bold, Who turned machine code into gold. [Fade] Bit by bit... Bit by bit... Bit by bit... Bit by bit... [WVDWNLD]
