[Verse 1] Cold white lights in the office tonight, Dashboards glowing but nothing feels right. Every screen shows the numbers in red, Every unit says the same thing: we’re dead. Empty hallways, whispers in the air, Rumors moving like a silent prayer. One name drifting through every hall: Platon… the one that could break us all. [Pre-Chorus] Emails rising to the top of the tower, Waiting for answers hour after hour. We shout the warning into the void, But the silence echoes back: message deployed. [Chorus] If Platon falls, maybe everything falls, Every system screaming through the walls. Red lights flashing all across the floor, But who will hit the emergency core? If Platon falls, will somebody stand? Will top management understand? Between the panic and protocol We wait and pray… they hear the call. ⸻ [Verse 2] Controllers counting the days ahead, IT sending warnings painted in red. Sales just whispers, “This could be the end,” HR hopes the damage still might bend. Smaragd carried us all these years, Quiet and steady through doubts and fears. But the switch is set, the old light fades, When Platon goes live, Smaragd is laid away. [Pre-Chorus] Phones are burning deep in the night, Someone asks, “Did they see the light?” The message is clear but the distance is far, Between risk, power, and who we are. [Chorus] If Platon falls, maybe everything falls, Every system screaming through the walls. Red lights flashing all across the floor, But who will hit the emergency core? If Platon falls, will somebody stand? Will top management understand? Between the panic and protocol We wait and pray… they hear the call. ⸻ [Bridge] And somewhere one person sits alone, Just numbers glowing on a silent phone. One single button under their hand, One small choice to change the plan. One decision between chaos and calm, One quiet click… the final alarm. ⸻ [Final Chorus / Outro] If Platon falls, maybe everything breaks, Every second now is all it takes. Red alarms ringing through the halls, Still no one knows who makes the call. But maybe the storm is not as near, Maybe the danger we feel is just fear. Maybe the numbers will steady again, Maybe this night will pass like the rain. And when the morning lights the floor, We might find what we feared before Was only shadows on the wall— And Platon… Might stand after all.
