[Intro]

No rack, no room,
No cables in sight.
Therefore no servers
Can fail in the night.

[Verse 1]

Victor points toward the dashboard,
Where the functions blink in green.
"There," he says, "the age of hardware
Has been removed from the machine."

[Verse 2]

No one mentions runtime limits.
No one names the region pair.
If the servers are not visible,
Victor knows they are not there.

[Verse 3]

Skyward calls it pure abstraction,
Architecture without weight.
Mara watches twelve cold functions
Wake six seconds late.

[Chorus]

Serverless, problem-less,
Nothing left to maintain.
If no server meets the eye,
No server can distress.
We have entered perfect uptime:
Serverless, problem-less.

[Verse 4]

A nightly job exceeds the timeout.
Three retries repeat the fee.
One event invokes another
In recursive harmony.

[Verse 5]

Logs arrive in six locations.
Tracing stops at service four.
Every function has no server,
Yet somehow there are thousands more.

[Verse 6]

Klaus asks where the process lives now.
Skyward says, "You shouldn't care."
Mara asks who owns the failure.
No one volunteers to share.

[Chorus]

Serverless, problem-less,
Nothing left to maintain.
If no server meets the eye,
No server can distress.
We have entered perfect uptime:
Serverless, problem-less.

[Synth Interlude]

[Breakdown]

Cold start.
Hard limit.
Queue delay.
Retry.
Memory climbs.
Costs multiply.

[Bridge]

The abstraction stays immaculate.
The customer request is gone.
Victor reads the green percentage
And declares the service strong.

[Build-up]

No rack does not mean no machine.
No cable does not make it clean.
No ownership behind the screen
Turns every failure unforeseen.

[Final Chorus]

Serverless, problem-less,
Victor raises both his hands,
While the timeout counter expands.
If no server meets the eye,
We have hidden every problem
Under "serverless, problem-less."

[Outro]

The bright motif loses one note.
A function waits and tries once more.
In the billing system, silently,
Each retry adds another score.