[Intro]
Yellow shielding moved and met.
Lead sheets, rails aligned,
crews report, systems primed.

[Verse 1]
Trip ticket checked, alignment set.
Bridge crawls east, no offset yet.
Pool depth reads ten-oh-eight.
A dropped pin here rewrites the date.

Everyone steady, calm by rule.
Screens repeat a steady spool.
The mast lowers, crosshairs meet.
Nothing moves until they’re complete.

[Chorus 1]
Confessions: the pool gets deeper every year.
We lower heat, we lift the fear.
I’ve seen the bundles brush too near
Bridge-spotter confessions,
Chair-en-koff.

[Verse 2]
Paper suits crowd the lift gate,
new trip ticket clipped to every mate.
Badges beep through access doors,
RP checks the dose reports.

Bridge crew logged, the mast in view,
FME ropes mark what’s new.
I watch the grapple lock engage
no chatter once we’re on the stage.

One wrong move and all hell breaks through;
I’m the on hook that calls it out to stop.

[Chorus 2]
Confessions: the pool gets deeper every year.
We lower heat, we lift the fear.
I’ve seen the bundles brush too near
Bridge-spotter confessions,
Chair-en-koff.

[Bridge]
They call this precision. I call it permission.
NRC sheet folded, edges torn.
Every instruction a warning sworn.

Next year I might walk away.
For now I keep the cranes in play.
The feed repeats, the meters climb.
I breathe between the time.

[Final Chorus]
Confessions: the pool gets deeper every year.
We lower heat, we lift the fear.
I’ve seen the bundles brush too near
Bridge-spotter confessions,
Chair-en-koff.

[Outro]
Controls reset, bridge in park.
Pumps slow down, alarms remark.
I check the rails, the gauges clear
Bridge-spotter confessions, ending here.