[Intro]

Thirty-two point four.
Thirty-two point eight.
Rack fans at maximum.
Cooling response inadequate.

[Verse]

Mara opened cabinet nine,
Hot air rising, thick and blind.
The handles burned beneath her gloves.
Every fan demanded more.

A technician brought portable fans,
Pushed the heat from rack to rack by hand.
Oliver stepped in through the seal
And felt the cost turn into real.

[Chorus]

The temperature is rising,
Every minute reorganizing
What is urgent, what can wait,
What survives the purchasing gate.

You can file the risk away,
But the heat arrives today.

[Verse]

Thirty-three, and rising fast.
The backup pump refused the task.
"Shut down eleven." "Payroll's tied
To rack eleven—pick a side."

Oliver watched the choices fall:
Customer search, or billing's call.
"We can buy time by cutting need—
But every cut still makes us bleed."

[Pre-Chorus]

The room spoke plainly through the heat.
No policy could slow its beat.
No weighted score, no vendor file
Could hold the needle for a while.

[Chorus]

The temperature is rising,
Every minute reorganizing
What is urgent, what can wait,
What survives the purchasing gate.

You can file the risk away,
But the heat arrives today.

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]

Mara silenced the dashboard's glow.
Finance asked, "Why's forecasting slow?"
"The room's on fire," was all she said.
His own three-quote rule blocked him instead.

[Breakdown]

Thirty-four. Kill the test bed.
Thirty-five. Move the web thread.
Thirty-six. Reduce the feed.
Every rule now costs a need.

[Build-up]

The three-stroke riff began to climb.
Oliver checked the approval time.
No new signature, no reply.
The needle moved another line.

[Final Chorus]

The temperature is rising,
Now the process is deciding
Which department takes the fall,
Which machine is cut at all.

Every minute has a weight.
Every signature is late.

[Outro]

The lead guitar fell, note by note.
Thirty-six point one.

The room was not cooling—
Another rack had just gone down.