paroles de chanson Convalescence - YTCracker

"I must atone for my part in this evil.
If good men do nothing, that is evil enough."

Idle hands do the devil's work
And I can say with full faith and confidence that I've been being a jerk
And I've abandoned everything I once stood for
On the threat that one day agents go and kick in my door
But there is no one on this planet that can flex it like me
I can't deny that I was born into this game to the beat
Of a different drummer - unencumbered by restrictions
No denying my addiction to the thrills of a system that I manipulate with ease
Bitch, please
I'm a hacker first and foremost
'Till I croak
People see these civil liberties
Complain how they broke
But then they never exercise 'em
When its counting the most
So I guess I gotta do it for 'em
Be the champion
Don't let the people put their rights on Ambien
Beat 'em at their own game
Using the same tools
They use against us to keep population tamed
Dust off the backups
Unencrypt 'em, get 'em back up
Give 'em a test, see how they stack up
Code a little dated so I must refactor, hack stuff
Hit 'em with the force of a kilobitted Mack truck
Exercise my fingers get 'em stretching to author
All the things that I require to code the app proper
Flicks of my wrists
Flash the watch, show stopper
Bottle full of Vyvanse, a nerdy pill popper
Coffee machine to keep me from dreams
Dedicate my life to these LED screens
This latrine of a world need a hero and quick
One who's armed with his ARMs and a solid state disk
One who kicks it like he boots and reboots automatics
Refreshing and reloading all his weapons in brackets
Tab completing and defeating everyone in his way
'Cause his cycle megahurting on a search and replace
And then he raise hell
Eviscerate all the fakers
With his grey hat, anatomy incision like doctors
That man is me and I'm gon' keep it 110
And I won't ever let these government agents scare me again
Don't need a VPN
I'm on that namefag tip
If they want me gotta find me
I'm gon' give 'em the SLIP
And like a serial line I got a problem with time
Especially doing it so try to catch me slipping right through you bitch
See me in your city, I'm gon' strike at the center
I'm a citizen of San Secuestro
An inventor revolutionary flying all my code like a flag
Watch me pull it out of hiding with a click and a drag
Done being convalescent - now I'm imbued with electrons
Easier for me to see how I have effect on the world
When I'm back to my roots
Rootshell on the consciousness of all of my troops