Scripting the Fray

Silent whispers of a fan’s spinning grace Flickering existence in a circuited race One with the machine, his thoughts interlace A solitary figure in his tight cubicle space [Pre-Chorus] Compiling dreams with a click and a trace Embracing the void, his reality's ace Beneath the glow of a cold screen light A lonely code flows in the night Destined to build The digital world in silent swirls In the vast of space, keys are moon Then logic's lost, review too soon In the grid he’s bound, code is his crown A clash of data, where silence drowns [Chorus] With every line, his fortress takes form In the labyrinth of logic, the software storm Raging with purpose, his fingers ballet The warrior in the shadows, scripting the fray