[Intro]

Rows one through twelve:
Committed work.
Rows thirteen through twenty:
Work no plan contains.

[Verse]

The dashboard counts the finished cards,
Not the hours after dark.
It counts the sprint and names the date,
Not Maya's shaking hands at eight.
It counts the output Nora made,
Not every warning pushed away.
I open messages marked private:
"I cannot think. I have not slept."

[Chorus]

This is the workload nobody sees,
The hours beneath the delivery.
The silent repair, the postponed disease,
The workload nobody sees.

[Verse]

Project Phoenix lists eight engineers.
One is shared and rarely here.
One supports the legacy stack.
One is training two new hires.
One has been absent since the week
She told me she could barely cope.
The plan assumes a perfect day —
No incidents, no delay.

[Chorus]

This is the workload nobody sees,
The unpaid space between responsibilities.
The late-night merge, the missed therapy,
The workload nobody sees.

[Build-up]

I add the dates. I add the names.
I add who had no choice at all.

[Team Testimony]

[Female Vocal]

I asked for help before I fell.
The status stayed green.

[Male Vocal]

I missed the school play twice that month.
The status stayed green.

[Female Vocal]

I named the fault. They named my tone.
The status stayed green.

[Daniel]

Then let the record show the hands
That held the color on the screen.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]

Not an accusation.
Not a personal attack.
Just every missing consequence
Returned beside the fact.

[Final Chorus]

This is the workload everybody sees,
The hours beneath the delivery.
The silent repair, the postponed needs,
The work that kept Project Phoenix breathing.
Every future promise starts with what is true.
This is the workload. Now it belongs to you.

[Outro]

Daniel sends the document
To Leon, Sabine and the Director.
Subject: "Project Phoenix — Actual Capacity and Conflicting Commitments."
At 7:14, the first reply arrives:
"Please do not circulate this further."
