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Please take these lyrics and make a song with them Name: the matter of life and death. I will do annything if someone makes it, just not somthing crazy. (Verse 1)The dim screens glow in the dead of night,Tracing the logic in the pale blue light.A phantom exception, a rogue Boolean,Staring down the barrel of a crash unseen.Millions of users trusting in my hands,Executing commands across a billion lands.One tiny typo, a missing semicolon,And the infrastructure shatters like it’s made of stone.(Chorus)It’s the matters of life and death,Waiting on a compiler's breath.A single keystroke, the margin is thin,Between a perfect system and the whole world spinning in!Yes, the matters of life and death,Running on a stack and a thread.To patch or to pull, to crash or to deploy,We are the architects of chaos and of joy.(Verse 2)The console is screaming, the servers are red,Waking up the sysadmins out of their bed.An infinite loop while the database leaks,It's tearing down the framework built up over weeks!I'm reading the traces, I'm checking the log,Trying to find my way out of the fog.Drop the transaction, abort the commit,Just five more seconds or the whole thing will quit.(Chorus)It’s the matters of life and death,Waiting on a compiler's breath.A single keystroke, the margin is thin,Between a perfect system and the whole world spinning in!Yes, the matters of life and death,Running on a stack and a thread.To patch or to pull, to crash or to deploy,We are the architects of chaos and of joy.(Bridge)Can you feel the pressure of the boolean gate?Zeroes and ones deciding our fate.If X equals true, then the server survives,We hold the balance of a thousand lives!Hold the line, let the packets flow,Let the memory buffer handle the blow!We hit enter—and the systems restore,The green lights blink on the data-center floor!(Guitar / Synth Solo)(Chorus)It’s the matters of life and death,Waiting on a compiler's breath.A single keystroke, the margin is thin,Between a perfect system and the whole world spinning in!Yes, the matters of life and death,Running on a stack and a thread.To patch or to pull, to crash or to deploy,We are the architects of chaos and of joy.(Outro)The terminal quiets, the build is complete.Walking away from the glowing heat.A matter of life... and death.Just a silent prompt... and a steady breath.If you need a driving, rhythmic background track to match this intensity while you write