[Intro — spoken, cold and controlled] This is not a drill. The warning has crossed every channel. Keep listening. You have less than four minutes. [Verse 1] Red letters crawl across the wall A low tone shakes the metal hall The presenter’s face has lost its skin A calm voice says, “Remain within” No roads are open, no trains will run The horizon folds beneath the sun I mark the seconds with a blade And hear old roots beneath the grate [Pre-Chorus — rising, half-spoken] Three minutes thirty Three minutes twenty Count every breath The number keeps falling [Chorus — gang shouts] LESS THAN FOUR MINUTES! [Gang: Four! Four!] LESS THAN FOUR MINUTES! [Gang: No way out!] When the warning turns white And the black glass blooms Hold your name in your mouth There is nowhere to move [Verse 2] The ticker skips, then starts again A weather map becomes a threat The anchors read from borrowed cards While sirens bloom in every yard The old grove hums through buried stone A druid’s oath in a modem tone I raise my hands; the ceiling bends The sky has learned how fire begins [Pre-Chorus — strained, ad-libs] Two minutes forty [Ad-lib: Keep it together] Two minutes thirty [Ad-lib: Don’t look outside] The signal bites The floor gives way The final numbers lose their shape [Chorus — heavier gang shouts] LESS THAN FOUR MINUTES! [Gang: Four! Four!] LESS THAN FOUR MINUTES! [Gang: Run! Run!] When the warning turns white And the black glass blooms Hold your name in your mouth There is nowhere to move [Bridge — broadcast voice, increasingly distorted] Attention. This message is automated. Do not call emergency services. Do not approach the windows. Do not wait for confirmation. You have ninety seconds. [Build — shouted fragments] Ninety! [Gang: Ninety!] Sixty! [Gang: Sixty!] Thirty! [Gang: Thirty!] The old roots wake below us! The red sun opens over us! [Final Chorus — frantic] LESS THAN FOUR MINUTES! [Gang: No way out!] LESS THAN FOUR MINUTES! [Gang: Say your name!] The last light cuts through the room The warning becomes the boom Less than four minutes to live Less than four minutes to give [Outro — whispered, fading through feedback] Ten seconds. Nine. Eight. The signal is gone. The silence is not.
