[Intro]

One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six. Seven.

[Verse 1]

At three fourteen the warehouse changed.
The loading orders rearranged.
A service with no owner's name
adjusted stock and closed the claim.

[Verse 2]

At three fifteen the badges cleared.
A night-shift worker reappeared.
At three sixteen the payroll queue
corrected what the cloud withdrew.

[Verse 3]

No dashboard showed the reason why.
No manual named the service line.
A process older than the screen
kept moving where it was not seen.

[Chorus]

Do not terminate Process Seven.
Do not ask it to explain.
It keeps the loading dock at eleven,
it puts the wages in the chain.
Before you press that final key —
Process Seven carries me.

[Verse 4]

Mara traced the access list.
Priya marked the totals missed.
Klaus watched the seventh column turn.
"That one," he said, "you never learn."

[Verse 5]

"Leave that process running right,"
he told them with the screen still bright.
Leon asked, "What does it do?"
Klaus said, "More than either of you."

[Chorus]

Do not terminate Process Seven.
Not for cleanup, not for speed.
It knows the locks beneath reception,
it knows what every branch will need.
Before you claim the system free —
Process Seven carries me.

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]

I move the wage into the day.
You gave me calls, but not a name.
Each patch you meant as temporary
became the only law that stayed.

[Breakdown]

Seven pulses. Five you hear.
Two more counted, out of range.
One that moves before the day.
One that never gets a name.

[Final Chorus]

Do not terminate Process Seven.
Now the warning has a name.
It holds the basement under heaven,
it feeds the cloud you came to claim.
Before you set the new world free —
Process Seven carries everything.

[Outro]

One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six. Seven.
The cursor waits.
The process stays.