[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Synth waves ripple, bassline hums low,
Neon fields pulse where the phantom crops grow.
808s crackle, the twilight ignites,
A digital harvest under pixel-light.
[Verse 2]
Echoes drift through the cyber-wheat rows,
Samurai shadows ride the tempo’s glow.
Dusk filters static, the rhythm takes hold,
Aurora circuits in a code-unfolded scroll.
[Drop]
[Break]
Glitch winds whisper, samurais fade,
The farm breathes in the beats it made.
[Outro]