Electric Cowboy: Guardian of the Grid

The Electric Cowboy. Eh-oh! Out on the edge, where the wild

wires hum, silicone sunsets and neon nights come. Ridin' a thunderbolt, no horse in

sight, cybernetic mustang blazin' through the night. Hatch rim glowin' with a plasma

flame, eyes like circuits, wild and untamed. Chrome boots clink on phantom stone,

in a world where data's the only known. The electric cowboy,

ridin' through the storm, guardin' the grid in a digital form.

Lasso of light and a firewall gun, in the wild electric west,

he's the only one. Herdin' data cattle in endless streams, through virtual valleys