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With the recentish release of Anarchy 2.0, I figured I needed a song that help set the mood of the shadowrun universe while working on related things. Thus this was born.

Made with Suno, free version
GPT plus image.
Blah blah blah, AI bad. Personal project for fun, does not matter

Lyrics:
Verse 1
Neon’s hummin’, rain’s cuttin’ cold,
Chrome in my veins, credstick full of mold.
Fixer calls, says it’s go-time now,
Pay’s dirty as the blood on my brow.
Barrens-born, I learned the rules fast,
You burn your rep, you don’t last.
Drek in the shadows, corps in the light,
Every fraggin’ day’s another fight.

Pre-Chorus
Jack in, mask up, hear the comms crackle,
Can’t trust the suit or the mage in the chapel.
One thing I’ve learned since I left the cradle—
You keep your iron hot and your hands off the fable.

Chorus
Watch your back, chummer, trust no face,
Shoot straight, make every round erase.
Conserve your ammo, the night runs long,
And never cut a deal with a dragon — they write their own song.

Verse 2
Street sam’s twitchin’, mage throws fire,
Decker’s ghostin’ through the corp’s high wire.
Drone hum’s low — rigger’s in deep,
We’re ghosts in the night while the city don’t sleep.
Johnson smiles, but the lie’s in his eyes,
You sign that paper, you’re already fried.
Magic and metal, all in the mix,
Life’s just another high-risk fix.

Pre-Chorus
Jack in, mask up, hear the comms crackle,
Can’t trust the suit or the mage in the chapel.
One thing I’ve learned since I left the cradle—
You keep your iron hot and your hands off the fable.

Chorus
Watch your back, chummer, trust no face,
Shoot straight, make every round erase.
Conserve your ammo, the night runs long,
And never cut a deal with a dragon — they write their own song.

Bridge
From Redmond to Puyallup, from Sprawl to spire,
Every alley’s got a watcher, every corp’s got a wire.
Blood on your hands or your cred on the line,
Shadowrun’s the only way you’ll buy more time.

Final Chorus (Harder)
Watch your back, chummer, trust no face,
Shoot straight, leave no shell misplaced.
Conserve your ammo, the night runs long,
And never cut a deal with a dragon — they write their own song.
Yeah, never cut a deal with a dragon…
Or you’re already gone.