Pixel Sunrise

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, I was born in the glow of a pixel sunrise, Where the data flows like rivers under analog skies. Got a keyboard for a plow and a code for a creed, Dirt-road digits planted in a binary seed. From the heartland to the server, we’re rewirin’ the grind, A little moonshine syntax and a loop undefined. Old guitar strings hum with the CPU’s cry, Ain’t no bug can break us when the twang’s riding high. [Chorus] Oh, it’s the people’s code, y’all, cracklin’ through the wire, Heartland heartbeats mixed with a bassline of fire. Fiddle strings snap where the wobble bass drops, We’re boot-scootin’ glitches ‘til the mainframe stops! [Verse 2] Got a tractor in the cloud plowin’ rows of ones and zeros, Green-screen fields where the truth still grows. Debuggin’ demons with a lasso of light, Saddle up the RAM—we’re hackin’ through the night. Grandma’s quilt’s a firewall, stitched with legacy, Cowboy hats and hoodies in a tech tango free. Yodelin’ algorithms echo in the code, A twangin’ 808 shakes the information road. [Bridge] We’re the pioneers of the pixel plains, Where the banjo meets the blockchain in electric chains. From dustbowl scripts to a synthwave storm, The people’s code’s a rebel uniform. [Chorus] Oh, it’s the people’s code, y’all, cracklin’ through the wire, Heartland heartbeats mixed with a bassline of fire. Fiddle strings snap where the wobble bass drops, We’re boot-scootin’ glitches ‘til the mainframe stops! [Outro]