[Intro]
[The descending three-note alarm motif cuts through a dry burst of drums.]

[Chorus]
At 03:17, the red square learned to lie,
No bomb beneath the basement, no aircraft in the sky.
A door stayed open where the passwords never die,
At 03:17, watch a wired city fry.
At 03:17, the quiet breach arrives.

[Verse 1]
Neon hums above the racks, a fluorescent bloom,
Coffee cools beside the keys, no daylight in the room.
Four green pumps report “all clear,” flat and clean,
One red square bites the glass where none has been.
A service phone begins, then dies before “hello,”
The old display turns black and bleeds a narrow crimson glow.
Mara checks the pressure log; the columns misalign,
The screen says “empty tank”—the valve shows ninety-nine.

[Pre-Chorus]
No shattered lock, no broken door,
Just one low pulse beneath the floor.
Three notes fall, the relays twitch—
A sleeping city meets the switch.

[Chorus]
At 03:17, the red square learned to lie,
No bomb beneath the basement, no aircraft in the sky.
A door stayed open where the passwords never die,
At 03:17, watch a wired city fry.
At 03:17, the quiet breach arrives.

[Verse 2]
Station six: the price board blinks, then freezes on the wall,
A tanker waits beside pump four; its driver gets no call.
The dashboard paints the vessel dry; the dipstick rises wet.
One factory field says “unchanged” in an old control set.
Mara spreads the network map and follows every thread,
Every depot shares the route; every route turns red.
She prints the logs before the files rewrite their lie,
Hears three falling notes beneath the morning sky.

[Guitar Solo]
[Twin guitars trade jagged chromatic phrases over the recurring alarm motif.]

[Bridge]
Who armed the city? A vendor name.
Who left the gate in factory state?
Who sold convenience as something tame?
Mara hears the routers answer: “Too late.”

[Breakdown]
ADMIN slash ADMIN, printed plain,
A paper crown upon a fuel main.
One open door, one borrowed name,
One city wired into flame.

[Final Chorus]
At 03:17, the red square told the truth,
Buried under green displays and twenty years of proof.
A door stayed open from the server to the sky,
At 03:17, watch the trusted numbers lie.
At 03:17, the city opens its eyes.

[Outro]
Three notes fall behind the wall,
One red square becomes them all.
The clock moves on, the screen stays lit—
03:18. No one knows it yet.
