Cog in the Badlands

(Verse 1) In the shadow of the Badlands, where the bison roam free, Sits a weary band of techies, dreaming of liberty. With eyes glued to the monitors, and hearts heavy with tasks, They're the silent warriors, behind those stoic masks. (Pre-Chorus) Too many meetings, too many calls, Drowning in tickets, against these endless walls. (Chorus) We're just cogs in the machine, in this I.T. land, Chasing deadlines, with tired hands. In the city of Medora, where the old west stands, We're lost in the digital sands. (Verse 2) The coffee's gone cold, and the server lights blink, In the quiet desperation, there's no time to think. The workload's a mountain, the staff is a few, In the race against time, what more can we do? (Pre-Chorus) Another alert, another crash, Caught in the cycle, of this thankless dash. (Chorus) We're just cogs in the machine, in this I.T. land, Chasing deadlines, with tired hands. In the city of Medora, where the old west stands, We're lost in the digital sands. (Bridge) And as the sun sets on the painted canyons, We're still here, fixing what's undone. In the silence of the plains, we stand alone, With every ping, our cover's blown. In the silence of the plains, we stand alone, With every ping, our cover's blown (Outro) So here's to the nights, and the endless plight, In the heart of the prairie, we fight the good fight. But sometimes it feels, like we're just part of the game, In the IT department, where no one knows your name.