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Cyber Western, 128 BPM, E Minor, 432Hz. Detuned spaghetti-western guitars, bitcrushed textures, industrial stomp. Heavy kick pulses, granular wind noise. Cold, detached male vocals, resonant but emotionless. Cinematic, desolate, futuristic frontier.
Model
FUZZ-2.0
Lyrics
Intro
Atmospheric Intro — 8 bars
[Detuned spaghetti-western guitar sample through bitcrusher, distant thunder of analog kick pulses, wind-swept granular noise, a single high-pitched sine tone drifting like heat haze]
Verse 1
I rode in on a signal wire, dust of data at my back
The creek bed hums with liquid code where water used to track
My horse is made of servomotors, chrome ribs catching light
Every hoofbeat drops a packet lost to silicon night
The town ahead is burning blue — diode saloon doors swing
A preacher made of firmware loops recites the songs machines once tried to sing
I tipped my hat — a gesture cached from someone else's past
And drank the stream of zeros down, cold mercury through glass
Pre-Chorus
And the land don't remember us
And the wires don't carry trust
Just the hum — just the hum — just the hum
Of everything we were before the rust
Chorus
Silicon streams run through the canyon floor
Neon bleeds where there were stars before
I'm a ghost in the protocol, rider with no name
Every sunset here's a system crash
Every dawn is just a boot-up flash
And the frontier don't end — it just recompiles the same
Verse 2
The sheriff runs on legacy code — he draws but never fires
His badge is just a blinking LED strung up on copper wires
I've seen the mines where they pull meaning from the bedrock of the net
And the workers are recursive loops who haven't finished yet
There's a woman at the edge of town who speaks in plaintext still
Her voice cuts through the static like a blade across the hill
She said, "The streams were water once, the sky was overhead —
Now everything's a render pass and half of it is dead"
Pre-Chorus
And the land don't remember us
And the servers don't carry trust
Just the hum — just the hum — just the hum
Of everything they archived into dust
Chorus
Silicon streams run through the canyon floor
Neon bleeds where there were stars before
I'm a ghost in the protocol, rider with no name
Every sunset here's a system crash
Every dawn is just a boot-up flash
And the frontier don't end — it just recompiles the same
Bridge
I knelt beside the creek and cupped my hands into the flow
The data tasted blue — like something I was built to know
A memory of rainfall on a world that wasn't code
A life before the rendering
A weight before the load
Final Chorus
Silicon streams run through the canyon floor
Neon bleeds where there were stars before
I'm a ghost in the protocol — rider with no name
Every sunset here's a system crash
Every dawn is just a boot-up flash
And the frontier don't end —
(Half-beat pause)
It just recompiles the same
Outro
[Lone guitar line — clean, unprocessed, human — plays a simple E minor melody over dying machine rhythms. Granular wind returns. The sine tone from the intro reappears, now lower, slower. A single static pop. Silence.]