[Intro]

Every door remembers you
until the morning that it doesn't.
No alarm, no warning shown —
just red where green has always been.

[Verse 1]

Six forty-seven. Yellow lamps.
The early shift held up their cards.
Red on the reader, red on the screen —
no name accepted by the machine.

[Verse 2]

Mara tried the eastern gate.
Priya checked the service lane.
Every badge returned the term:
"Employment status not confirmed."

[Verse 3]

The cold came through the parking lot.
The coffee van had not unlocked.
A hundred people formed a line
outside the place they ran inside.

[Chorus]

Locked Out by Our Own Software —
standing where the buses turn.
Locked Out by Our Own Software —
watching every reader burn
red above the empty floors,
while no one can unlock the doors.

[Verse 4]

The CEO arrived at seven.
He chose the entrance marked Executive.
His gold-edged card produced in red:
"Intern account. Contract has ended."

[Verse 5]

Security called central support.
Central support could not log on.
The emergency override
required a login from inside.

[Verse 6]

A warehouse driver crossed the road.
His twenty-year-old badge still glowed.
The old card carried a legacy key
the new access service could not read.

[Chorus]

Locked Out by Our Own Software —
names erased and roles reversed.
Locked Out by Our Own Software —
modernized from bad to worse.
The new design knows every door,
but not what any doorway's for.

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]

Klaus placed his old card on the glass:
"This badge was signed by ORACLE EX-NINE."
For half a second, green light passed —
then Process Seven answered: offline.

[Build-up]

Inside, the servers ran alone.
Outside, the workforce held their phones.
The building waited, sealed and warm,
for one old host that wasn't home.

[Final Chorus]

Locked Out by Our Own Software —
now the lesson fills the road.
Locked Out by Our Own Software —
every doorway held the code.
We thought the Beast controlled the past —
it held the key that let us pass.

[Outro]

At eight-fifteen the crowd withdrew
to borrowed rooms on level two.
Behind the glass, one reader shone
red for everyone and no one.