Code the Page

Working, and listening to Metallica this what the result code be

On a long information highway, setting in my office
you can listen to the processor moaning out as one line code
you think about the script, or the code you wrote the night before

But your thoughts would soon be wandering the way they always do
When your working sixteen hours, and theres no much fun to do
And you don’t feel much like working, you just wish the project was through

Here I am – in the office again
There I am – coding the stage
Here I go – playing geek again
There I go – code the page

So you walk into this balcony, strung out from the work
And you feel the eyes upon you, as you’re shaking off the code
you pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to encode.

Yeah, most times you can’t hear ’em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichés, is it a feature? is it a bug?
And you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare code a patch
code your patch

Here I am – in the office again
There I am – coding the stage
Here I go – playing geek again
There I go – code the page

Oo-ooh, out there in the spotlight, you’re a million lines away
Every ounce of code you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the code that you write, yeah

Later in the evening, you lie awake on your chair
With the echoes of the alerts ringing in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what he said
What he said

He-ey

Yeah
And here I am – in the office again
There I am – coding the stage
Here I go – playing geek again
There I go – code the page
There I go – code the page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I’m gone

I guess I’m going to release an album when this project is over 😀

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