[Verse 1 — soft piano, reverb-heavy vocals, intimate confessional] 3 a.m. and the pager screams, I traded sleep for cyber dreams. Did I choose this path or did it choose me? Every sev feels like destiny. [Pre-Chorus — strings swell, heartbeat kick drum enters, tension rising] Coffee cold, my eyes still burn, Another ticket, another turn. I swore I’d quit a thousand times, But I’m still here chasing signs. [Chorus — big pop ballad energy, full band with layered harmonies, echoing claps] The fate of On-Call-ia, We never wanted her, but she found us. She writes our nights in endless logs, A curse we bear, defenders’ song. The fate of On-Call-ia, Haunts us like a phantom in the SIEM. Did we pick this life or did it pick us? No escape from On-Call-ia. [Verse 2 — light percussion groove, synth pad underneath, slightly brighter tone] Weekend plans erased by alerts, My friends all laugh, “Does it even hurt?” I tell them stories they’ll never believe, Malware dreams in HTTP. [Pre-Chorus — same build as before, but layered with soft backing vocals, growing urgency] Escalations, late-night calls, False positives that break us all. I swore I’d run and never stay, But she drags me back each day. [Chorus — repeat with stronger vocal delivery, bigger drums, soaring strings] The fate of On-Call-ia, We never wanted her, but she found us. She writes our nights in endless logs, A curse we bear, defenders’ song. The fate of On-Call-ia, Haunts us like a phantom in the SIEM. Did we pick this life or did it pick us? No escape from On-Call-ia. [Bridge — stripped down to vocals + piano, ethereal echo, builds into emotional crescendo] Pager sings like a tragic hymn, The spotlight dims but she pulls me in. A thousand resets, I can’t get free, This fate was always hunting me. [Final Chorus — full stadium-pop arrangement, layered vocal stacks, drum fills, cathartic release] The fate of On-Call-ia, She crowns us with her sleepless tiara. A kingdom built on restless nights, We’re cursed, but still we fight. The fate of On-Call-ia, Forever carved into our skin. Did we pick this life or did it pick us? No escape from On-Call-ia. [Outro — soft piano reprise, fading reverb, single lingering note, exhausted but beautiful]
