Verse 1 You said, “Trust us, we guard the door,” But you left the codes on the server floor. AWS ghosts in a midnight scrub, All your secrets rotting out on Github. You wear a badge, but you dropped the lock, Pasted the crown jewels in a README doc. Every broken promise in a single commit, Yeah, you pushed our faith with your careless git. Pre-Chorus It’s not zero-day, it’s zero-care, All that training, you weren’t there. You wrote the rules, then broke the frame, Now the whole damn net knows your name. Chorus Public keys in a Github graveyard, 808 heart, hitting way too hard. You’re the watchdog lost in your own code, Crash the trust on a public road. Distorted dreams, burning in the log, Nation-state secrets in a punk rock fog. Public keys in a GitHub graveyard, Yeah, you locked us out and left the gate ajar. Verse 2 You talk “best practices,” tight op-sec, But your copy-paste left a gaping wreck. GovCloud keys in a neon sign, “Free access here, just follow the line.” You had one job, keep the backdoor shut, But you leaked the map to the power cut. Now every script kiddie’s got a front-row seat, To a high-value target with a missing beat. Pre-Chorus It’s not black hats, it’s your own side, Your slipshod code in a global ride. You wrote the playbook, then lost the plot, Now the repo’s hot and the trust is not. Chorus Public keys in a GitHub graveyard, dumbfounded, hitting way too hard. You’re the watchdog lost in your own code, Crash the trust on a public road. Distorted dreams, burning in the log, Nation-state secrets in a punk rock fog. Public keys in a GitHub graveyard, Yeah, you locked us out and left the gate ajar. Bridge Turn the gain up, let it clip, Like your judgment on that slip. All that clearance, all that spin, Can’t rebase what’s already checked in. Smash that branch, tear down the pride, Every loud mistake you tried to hide. We see the cracks in your perfect shield, Your “classified” spilled on the open field. Final Chorus Public keys in a GitHub graveyard, Bassline booming like a breach report card. Your polished briefings can’t drown this sound, Raw sneer truth from the underground. Distorted chords on your tarnished name, You pushed to prod and you lost the game. Public keys in a Github graveyard, This is what it sounds like when the guards drop guard.
