[Intro - Female Vocal]
Midnight blue on Innovation One.
The consultants' access still runs on.
Three hundred cards in frozen rows.
One green cursor starts to glow.

[Verse 1 - Female Vocal]
zah-BEE-nuh enters, badge in hand,
sets the plastic sword against the stand.
The "Fail Faster" banner looms
above the graphs that ranked the room.
She cracks open every hidden field:
names, comparisons, pressure sealed.
Velocity by face and week—
a quiet list of who looked weak.

[Pre-Chorus - Male/Female Duet, alternating]
[Male Vocal]
VIK-tor calls out, fists in air:
"Step back—you're moving fast."
[Female Vocal]
zah-BEE-nuh swings the camera there:
"No. I'm ending what you built to last."

[Chorus - Female Vocal and Team Choir]
The Scrum Master's revenge
leaves every hidden score exposed:
the right to stop, the right to end,
delete the rank, release the pen.
No framework stands above the team—
take back what the words should mean.

[Verse 2 - Male/Female Duet, alternating]
[Male Vocal]
LAY-on stumbles in, half-dressed:
"You'll wreck our readiness!"
[Female Vocal]
zah-BEE-nuh opens "Priority."
Five red crowns blink silently.
She strips away the ranking view,
deletes "Output per Employee,"
archives every forced review,
then mails the hidden log for all to see.

[Pre-Chorus - Male/Female Duet, alternating]
[Male Vocal]
VIK-tor says, "You've left your role."
[Female Vocal]
zah-BEE-nuh says, "That is the goal.
A servant leader cannot serve
the hands that tighten every curve."

[Chorus - Female Vocal and Team Choir]
The Scrum Master's revenge
leaves every hidden score exposed:
the right to stop, the right to end,
delete the rank, release the pen.
No framework stands above the team—
take back what the words should mean.

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge - Male/Female Duet, alternating]
[Male Vocal]
"You lose the board. You lose the plan."
[Female Vocal]
"We lost the tests. We lost the night."
[Male Vocal]
"You lose control."
[Female Vocal]
"We make that right."

[Breakdown - Female Vocal]
One tap: the target field is gone.
Two: automated rankings off.
Three: recurring meetings end.
Four: the timer cable snaps.

[Build-up - Female Vocal]
PREE-yah enters. MAH-rah too.
klowss hauls in coffee and the build log.
No invitation. No disguise.
One by one, the room comes alive.
zah-BEE-nuh lifts the oldest card,
soft with dust and barcode scars.

[Final Chorus - Female Vocal and Team Choir]
The Scrum Master's revenge
is giving power back again:
no metric gets to rank a name,
no title gets the final word.
No framework stands above the team—
take back what the words should mean.

[Climax - Team Choir]
Build something that works.
Test what matters.
Name what hurts.
Fix the system.
Share the load.
Let the builders choose the road.

[Final Chorus - Male/Female Duet, harmonized]
The Scrum Master's revenge
was never one against the rest.
The room has learned to stand and say:
"The work is ours. Step away."
The board goes dark at twelve-ten.
The Scrum Master's revenge.

[Outro - Female Vocal]
The screen asks, "Are you sure?"
zah-BEE-nuh clicks: "Delete forever."
Four clean chords open the morning.
The plastic sword props wide the door.