Q / Qip / A Moral Nuance of Coding Stealth
They are seemingly decent citizens With honest occupations How does one recognise them? Perhaps one doesn't Maybe they shop at your shop Travel in your train Live in your street And why do we do it? It's not so difficult to answer
I'm making sense of random signs Waiting for the hole in a perfect plan Bent another rule and ruined a life Lurking on the roof Under flickering streetlight Never come back I told you never come back I told you never never never never Ever come back Decision has been made to erase your file Careful where you tread as I'm hunting you down
They are constantly assessing our agents Constantly questioning what they're saying Making sure that we're still confident in their access In their motivations and their suitability That we can trust them
Yeah, run away Another hemisphere And lose the tail Before we give you nightmares
I pieced enough together To find what went wrong You didn't kill the target Because you fell in love You turned some insiders To cover your escape You had a plastic surgery Oh, please give me a break
Never come back I told you never come back I told you never never never never Ever come back Decision has been made to erase your file Careful where you tread as I'm hunting you down
Well, I'm not going to go into operational details About these things.There were good reasons And clearly this was something that went wrong And sometimes operations do go wrong Whereas actually such failings are very rare In the operations that intelligence agencies conduct
Yeah, run away Another hemisphere And lose the tail Before we give you nightmares
I pieced enough together To find what went wrong You didn't kill the target Because you fell in love You turned some insiders To cover your escape You had a plastic surgery Oh, please give me a break
And the people involved are the people like this The average men For that is what they seem Security men would call them source For that is what they are Sources of secret information Everything they do, everything they say Seems perfectly normal except for that odd thing And even this, seconds later Might seem to be unthinking work of a child That is to everyone except this man
You're mine now You dug your grave well A moral nuance of coding stealth You're mine now You dug your grave well A moral nuance invited death Gave you away Your desperate poem cipher You thought I would not crack You're mine now And that's where story ends In peril and haste I twist your neck Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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