歌词
I was born to trace the echoes in the wire,
Decrypting shadows, setting traps for the fire.
But here I sit in this cursed chair,
Asking, “Did you try to reboot it? I swear.”
They click the links, they spill the keys,
Phishing schemes like a digital disease.
I should be running threat intel streams,
Not telling Bob how to clear his screen.
I’m drowning in password resets, stuck in a loop,
Dreaming of packets, intrusion, the root.
Caught in a ticket queue, wasting my prime,
While they’re plugging in USBs every damn time!
“You lost your files?” Ctrl+Z!
“Printer’s offline?” Let me breathe…
Wireshark’s running, I see the attack,
But I’m resetting modems—I’m holding me back!
They click the links, they spill the keys,
Ransomware dancing like a symphony.
I should be hardening SIEMs and rules,
Not teaching execs how to use their tools.
I’m drowning in password resets, stuck in a loop,
Dreaming of packets, intrusion, the root.
Caught in a ticket queue, wasting my prime,
While they’re plugging in USBs every damn time!
Zero-day whispers, exploits ignite,
While I’m still stuck on a Teams call tonight.
The firewall sings, the SOC calls my name,
But I’m fixing Outlook—man, what a shame.
One day I’ll break out, I’ll monitor, defend,
No more “turn it off and back on again.”
Until then I suffer, I wait, I endure,
The Blue Team is calling… I’ll get there for sure.
Written by: Brett Schoenwald
