Lemiffe - Pain, Etc. Lyrics

Lárgate de aquí, lárgate te estoy diciendo
Tu estancia aquí no es bienvenida
Esta es una iglesia, casa del señor
No es para que vagos inútiles como tu vengan a buscarlo como un lugar para dormir

Pain and pleasure
Pain and pleasure
Pain and pleasure
Pain and pleasure

9 to 5 I'm at my desk, I go for coffee and I write some tests
It's only 5 days I say to myself as the day breaks and I start to step away
I sit at home, turn on the TV, the code in my brain begins to decay
The thoughts I'd locked up, buried within, begin to creep out, unearthing a grin
As the hatchet, unburied, leads me to sin
I blow a fuse-I'm loose, I'm up to no good
As the ruse falls apart
Apparent it seems that lacking a screw, up there I must be. But the
Payload is ready, payload is ready, payload is ready, payload is ready
Payload is ready, payload is ready, payload is ready, payload is ready

I've forgotten, who am I?

9 to 5 I've grown so tired, the keys I copy and I strike a fire, from the
SQL editor I craft a payload that will bring down every single bank and creditor
I can't hold still, I can't hold steady
If I'm goin' down I'm taking every single body with me
But the price is heavy, and the chances nullable
I do not care I want the pain to be so f*ckin' palpable!

I'm gone forever Mr. Johnson

Pain and pleasure
Pain and pleasure
Pain (Gon' start some fun) and pleasure (Gon' start some fun)
Pain (Gon' start some fun) and pleasure

One finger would halt them all. One finger would change it all
One finger would put a stop to this. One finger controls

The keyboard's glowing, the monitor's dim
Electrical wires, and torment he's seen
I can't comprehend a typical lifestyle
These bridges can't mend, the hard drive is clean

Pain and pleasure
Pain and pleasure
Pain (Gon' start some fun) and pleasure (Gon' start some fun)
Pain (Gon' start some fun) and pleasure