A1_PNP Cursed Legacy Code

In this old office where the server smells like dust and fear,
I’m locked inside a cage of tickets, drowning year by year
All these walls are legacy, the ceiling’s leaking ancient bugs,
This Frankenstein of brittle code is drinking down my blood
Crutches creak like broken bones of juniors long forgot,
I am the keeper of this house, the warden of this rot

Cursed legacy code, you’re my prison and my grave!
I’m patching every hole like a desperate broken slave!
Money, money, MONEY – damn it all a thousand times!
I’m chained to this system, there’s no way to cross that line!
Hey!

Here comes escalation, every SLA’s on fire,
A monster in the monitor wrapped in dirty patches, wired
I’m stitching dead men’s functions that were written long ago,
In this horror of a codebase we’re all sinners in the snow
KPI hangs round my neck just like a leather noose,
I resurrect the thing that should be finally cut loose!

If only you knew…

If only you knew how I hate this fated role!
Pouring out my tired heart into an open repo hole!
Endless, endless deploy – my one-way road to nowhere dark,
In this empty void I’m burning like a dying, falling star!
But the ticket is open, the release is coming through,
I will carry this cursed burden till it rips me clean in two!

Cursed legacy code, you’re my prison and my grave!
I’m patching every hole like a desperate broken slave!
Money, money, MONEY – damn it all a thousand times!
I’m chained to this system, there’s no way to cross that line!

Cursed legacy code…
One more fix…
Blackout…