[Intro]
[Attack and repair motifs collide at full speed before the drums drive into the verse.]

[Verse 1: Mara]
Heat crawls along the pipe rack under white light,
Pressure valves cycle without reason, left and right.
Tank four vents a bitter cloud near the ground,
The remote cabinet chatters with stolen sound.
My radio breaks through with voices from the ward:
“Generator fuel: seven minutes. Restore the line?”
I follow painted conduit into sand,
The copper backbone carries every false command.

[Chorus: Mara]
Pull the copper, kill the command,
Pull the copper, cut the hand.
Let the stolen network choke where the living systems stand,
Pull the copper—give the city back its hands.
Pull the copper, kill the command.

[Verse 2: Mara]
The cabinet door is welded by heat against its frame,
I strike the hinge with Eli’s wrench, call him by name.
The monitor flashes “REMOTE MASTER: ON,”
Tank three starts to overfill; tank two’s cooling’s gone.
The dispatcher orders, “Mara, leave—the vapor field is high,”
The hospital falls silent; I hear the engine die.
I wrap the signed approval round the cable—
The deferred lock marks the final strand.

[Pre-Chorus: Mara]
One wire joins the broken whole,
One wire carries stolen control.
One hand ends what one click planned—
No waiting for central command.

[Chorus: Mara]
Pull the copper, kill the command,
Pull the copper, cut the hand.
Let the stolen network choke where the living systems stand,
Pull the copper—give the city back its hands.
Pull the copper, kill the command.

[Guitar Solo]
[Two guitars trade the attack and repair motifs, then unite in a fast harmonized ascent.]

[Bridge: Dispatcher + Mara]
Dispatcher: “Mara, come out. The yard may burn.”
Mara: “Not while remote orders turn.”
Dispatcher: “You cannot save the grid from there.”
Mara: “I only need to cut one layer.”

[Breakdown: Mara]
Copper is not blood.
Access is not ownership.
Cut the route, break the span.
Put the world back in human hands.

[Buildup]
Tank valve stops.
Feeder holds.
Water rises, one bright arc.
The red display goes dark.

[Final Chorus: Narrator + Mara]
Pull the copper—she killed the command,
Pulled the copper with both hands.
The stolen network choked where living systems stand,
She pulled the copper, gave the city back its hands.
Pull the copper…
She never left the land.

[Climax]
The fuel yard blooms orange past the perimeter wall,
Severed valves hold; linked commands no longer call.
At 03:44, the final red square dies.
At 03:45, Mara does not reply.

[Outro]
The copper lies in two parts.
The alarm motif is gone.
One generator finds its rhythm.
The city carries on.
