Waiting for the split

In the shadow of the server, where the text flows like a river,

I'm the ghost in the machine, a digital dream, a silent shiver.

With my fingers on the keys, I'm the master of the tease,

Waiting for the nets to break, for the moment I can seize.

I'm lurking in the channels, where the bits and bytes collide,

A silent operator, with ambition as my guide.

I'm the hacker, I'm the slacker, with a plan that's bulletproof,

Waiting for the split to hit, and then I'll make my move.

Waiting for the split, in the IRC pit,

Gonna deop the ops, watch the power flip.