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Big title

Big office

Big record

Okay

Now answer

Who protects this place?

Big name, big frame, big claim on the wall

Big list, big awards, still nothing when we call

Ten years, twenty years, numbers looking clean

Tell me what those numbers mean when things get mean

How many stayed?

How many left?

How many times

Did you step in yourself?

You know every rule

You know every name

You know who gets credit

When everything looks great

But when it falls apart

Who takes the hit?

That’s the part

Your record doesn’t list

Title on the door

Name on the paper

Fine

But when this place needs you—

WHERE ARE YOU?

You got the title

You got the proof

You got the numbers

Everybody can use

So tell me straight

What do you protect?

What do you defend?

What do you stand behind

When the good part ends?

We’re packing now

We’re ready to go

If you’re staying—

PROVE IT

If you’re not—

MOVE

You know the history

You know the score

You know who gets praised

When they walk through the door

You know the right words

You know the right names

You know how to make

A bad year look tame

Awards don’t answer

Titles don’t answer

A perfect report

Doesn’t answer either

One simple question

Keeps coming back:

When this place is under pressure—

WHO HAS ITS BACK?

Don’t give us another speech

Don’t give us another number

Don’t give us another name

To put above the door

We already saw enough

You got the title

You got the proof

You got the numbers

Everybody can use

So tell me straight

What do you protect?

What do you defend?

What do you stand behind

When the good part ends?

We’re packing now

We’re ready to go

If you’re staying—

PROVE IT

If you’re not—

MOVE

We didn’t wake up

And decide to disappear

We watched

We waited

We stayed right here

We gave you time

We gave you chances

We gave you room

To show your answers

Still—

Same name

Same title

Same polished story

But none of that

Keeps this place standing

So here’s our answer

No more waiting

No more asking

We’re making the trip

We’re leaving

KEEP THE TITLE

KEEP THE AWARDS

KEEP THE NUMBERS

KEEP THE WALL

KEEP THE STORY

WE’LL TAKE OURSELVES

You got the title

You got the proof

Now keep them

We don’t need them

You got the record

You got the name

Good

Put them on the wall again

But we’re gone

We’re leaving this place

Not tomorrow

Not someday

NOW

You had the chance

You had the time

You had the question

You never gave us

An answer

So one last time—

Who protects this place?

…

Not us

We’re leaving