(Verse 1)Yo, check the screen, the numbers they climb, a critical sign, no time to rewind.End tidal is rising, the CO2’s on a run, this procedure ain't finished, it's barely begun.Heart rate is sky high, that monitor’s beep, a rhythm of worry while the patient should sleep.BP's through the roof, a pressure intense, muscles locked solid, it's making no sense.
(Chorus)Malice on the monitors, a crisis inside,The stats don't lie, nowhere left to hide.From the CO2 climb to the rigid frame,And the temp keeps climbing, an internal flame.