[Intro]

Four notes from a powerless screen,
Three red lights where green had been.
The lift stood open on the second floor.
No one joked about the cloud anymore.

[Verse]

At seven-ten the doors unlocked
With keys the system had forgot.
A cardboard sign on Reception red,
"Service unavailable," in red.

TitanBank had called since three.
Legal called at three-oh-three.
In Conference Room B, beneath cold light,
Victor practiced sounding right.

[Pre-Chorus]

No login tone. No morning queue.
No harmless ticket marked P-two.
The screens gone dark, the phones gone bright—
Every shortcut faced the light.

[Chorus]

This is the morning after Production,
No clean excuse, no neat reduction.
The servers are gone, but the records remain,
Every ignored risk has returned with a name.
We count what failed, we count the cost,
Then choose what must not stay lost.

[Verse]

Jonas by the stair, his sticker torn.
Mara pulled a chair.
Priya set the dry logs down.
Ben wrote names by hand.
Sabine asked who gave the order.
Noah found six owners gone.
Irene cleared the wall and wrote:

WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED?

[Pre-Chorus]

No single hand designed this fall.
No intern built the rules for all.
The silence underneath the floor
Was years of choices keeping score.

[Chorus]

This is the morning after Production,
No clean excuse, no neat reduction.
The servers are gone, but the records remain,
Every ignored risk has returned with a name.
We count what failed, we count the cost,
Then choose what must not stay lost.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]

The news called it "a rare event"—
Then asked where Jonas' contract went.
Mara shut the door and said it plain:
"No junior takes the blame again."

[Build-up]

Print the warnings. Lock the room.
Copy every vendor file.
Seal the audit. Save the mail.
Build the truth line after line.

[Final Chorus]

This is the morning after Production,
The end of managed reconstruction.
The systems are gone, but the people remain,
And nobody leaves with one scapegoat's name.
We save the truth, we save the trust,
Then build only what we must.

[Outro]

Four notes sounded under the floor,
Faint through the basement's fire door.
Mara stopped beside the wall.

Rex had answered after all.
