[Intro]
[Instrumentation: three clipped guitar notes imitate the ICU alarm]

Code blue, north wing, room twelve.
Bring the cart. Forget yourself.

[Verse 1]
Pads on skin, the gel runs cold,
Plastic rails and fingers hold.
One checks rhythm, one checks air,
One calls numbers no god hears.
Thirty down and two to breathe,
Count the ribs beneath the sheet.
Sweat runs underneath my mask,
No one asks how long we last.

[Pre-Chorus]
Clear the bed. Clear the line.
Clear the thought of Bed Number Nine.
Charge to two. Stand away.
Make the stopped heart choose a day.

[Chorus]
Sing the Code Blue Psalm—
Press, release, remain calm.
Break the body back to breath,
Steal a measure out of death.
Sing the Code Blue Psalm—
We become the beating drum.

[Verse 2]
Epinephrine, mark the time,
Four twenty-eight, then four twenty-nine.
Hale says, “Again,” and June says, “Clear,”
The shock turns silence sharp with fear.
A student freezes by the wall,
I make her meet me through it all.
“Watch the chest, not me,” I say,
“Your hands must learn the weight today.”

[Pre-Chorus]
Clear the blame. Clear the dread.
Clear the picture by Arthur’s bed.
Charge once more. Stand away.
Make the dark return its claim.

[Chorus]
Sing the Code Blue Psalm—
Press, release, remain calm.
Break the body back to breath,
Steal a measure out of death.
Sing the Code Blue Psalm—
We become the beating drum.

[Breakdown]
[Instrumentation: only bass, floor tom and shouted backing voices remain]
[Shouted Backing Vocals]

No pulse.
Resume.
No pulse.
Make room.
No pulse.
Count ten.
No pulse—
Again.

[Lead Vocal: MARA]
My shoulders burn, my wrists turn numb.
The body rocks beneath the drum.
The student counts, her voice now clear.
A thin green rhythm reappears.

[Guitar Solo]
[Instrumentation: dissonant guitar lead fights against the three-note organ motif before resolving]

[Bridge]
His heart returns, but not our pride;
We know what winning tries to hide.
The chart will say “response achieved,”
Not what the hands were forced to leave.

[Second Bridge]
Arthur waits behind my eyes,
Room twelve breathes, Bed Nine lies.
One life rises, one is still—
No scale can weigh the worker’s will.

[Final Chorus]
Sing the Code Blue Psalm—
Press, release, remain calm.
Not because the world is fair,
But because a chest is there.
Sing the Code Blue Psalm—
We become the beating drum.

[Outro]
[Instrumentation: final guitar chord stops abruptly, leaving a steady monitor beep]

One pulse.
One room.
One more call is coming soon.
