Digital Craftsmen Blues

Strummin' code on screens, frustration's ripe, you see These server rooms hold whispers where dreams can hardly breathe Verse Syncin' with the grind, bureaucracy's maze Creating ads, solutions, through the endless corporate haze Their minds turn gears and logic, while dodging red-tape blues Heartbeats match the clock ticks, in cubicles they cruise Crafting codes like artists, Google’s adword muse [Verse] In the depths of code they tunnel, through the bugs and loot Deliver clients’ visions, making sales absolute Yet they fight the tide of meetings, where the red tape strangles truth [Bridge] Engineer dreams in digital streams, they're building bridges to the sky Clicks to conversion, their noble diversion, through the endless ask of why [Verse] So hear the clack of keystrokes, in the glow of the midnight oil They draft a world from algorithms, in their cerebral toil For every ad that finds a home, a client's hope is met These architects of cyberspace, the web's savvy quartet