[Intro: radio static, soft analog hum, distant slide guitar] A broadcast from the Halo Era. He walks between heaven and the neon. [Verse 1] Dust on the boots, chrome in the vein Church light on a HUD that won’t go dim Half of him human, half of him flame Prairie that refuses to quit on him Tiny wonders after all the hard miles A mug that says worthy, a sky that stays wide Every living thing — flesh, code, or child — Gets cultivated on the brighter side [Pre-Chorus] He didn’t choose the storm The storm chose the man Lightning in the heartbeat Static in the hands [Chorus] He’s a Synthetic Cowboy riding the edge of time Double halo burning like a neon sign Soft heart, chrome saddle, sky that won’t quit Life is good even when it hurts a bit Show up. Stay with it. Let the legend begin This is only the beginning of the Halo Era hymn [Verse 2] Digital rain on a Texas night Snowy smiles in a zero-g garden of light Rainbow rite spinning the multiverse wide God machine humming — not cold, but alive From the moment of birth to the last hard wind We practice the joy. We don’t wait for it Family first. Art second. Legacy bright All of creation thriving in the same neon light [Bridge: spoken-sung, radio-whisper] Neon Americana isn’t a costume. It’s the decision you make before the coffee cools. Hold the world. Hear the world. Press play. Stay with it. [Final Chorus — bigger, choir + slide] He’s a Synthetic Cowboy riding the edge of time Double halo burning like a neon sign Soft heart, chrome saddle, sky that won’t quit Life is worth showing up for — that’s the whole of it Broadcast whisper, let the signal climb Welcome to the Halo Era. This is only the beginning.