[00:03.545]The desk lamp hums a tired tune
[00:08.182]My fingers race to meet the moon
[00:12.818]The minutes stretch like rubber bands
[00:16.927]I keep on typing with my hands
[00:22.109]My shoulders ache, my spine is bent
[00:26.745]But I refuse to be content
[00:29.636]This silent work becomes my fight
[00:34.909]I keep my pace through every night
[00:38.909]The cursor blinks, the clock ticks slow
[00:43.500]The keyboard hums, the fan blows low
[00:48.155]I pour my strength into this screen
[00:52.682]The tiredness remains unseen
[00:57.282]The cursor blinks, the clock ticks slow
[01:01.845]The keyboard hums, the fan blows low
[01:06.482]I stand my ground without a sound
[01:10.427]My work remains, my heart is found
[01:35.682]My shoulders ache, my spine is bent
[01:40.300]But I refuse to be content
[01:42.936]This silent work becomes my fight
[01:48.409]I keep my pace through every night
[01:52.391]The cursor blinks, the clock ticks slow
[01:56.973]The keyboard hums, the fan blows low
[02:01.627]I pour my strength into this screen
[02:06.164]The tiredness remains unseen
[02:10.927]The cursor blinks, the clock ticks slow
[02:15.345]The keyboard hums, the fan blows low
[02:19.982]I stand my ground without a sound
[02:23.964]My work remains, my heart is found