[Verse 1] Forty points on paper, structures inked in ink, Superior vena cava feeding right atrium's brink, Tricuspid drops the cargo, pulmonary valve exhales, Through the lungs, back to left side, oxygen retails, Mitral opens quiet, aorta takes the crown, Now flip the script to broken hearts, the ones turned upside down, Tetralogy's four crimes, transposition's swapped design, Draw the septum, label the shunt, get every artery in line. [Chorus] Forty, thirty, twenty, ten — write it, work it, speak it, live it, Three hearts beating in my skull, I gotta give it, Forty for the paper trail of vessel and valve, Thirty for the station where your fingers do the calc, Twenty for the tongue tracing blood from door to door, Ten for showing up and asking one more question at the core. [Verse 2] Thirty on the stations, plastic models on the table, Blindfold on my fingertips, I'm reading every cable, Palpate the patch, find the baffle, name the graft by touch, Mustard, Senning, Fontan — the plumbing they reroute, Station five's the stethoscope, murmur whispers where it's torn, Station six a slide of trabeculae, ridges fleshy, lining walls unworn, Ninety seconds on the clock, ticking like a quiet war, Precision beats my panic, that's the lesson at the core. [Verse 3] Twenty for the oral, sit me down and watch me sweat, Trace the caval highway, don't you dare forget, Heart of the healthy, atria talk in sync, no static, Heart with cor triatriatum — split in three, dramatic, A membrane hides inside the atrium, cutting flow in half, Heart three's the single ventricle, Fontan's the surgical path, Explain the patch, the baffle, why the shunt was built to save, Silence costs me points, my voice must walk the maze I made. [Verse 4] Four hearts laid out in silicone, wax and wire and thread, Study the coronary sinus, follow where the vessels spread, Every valve's a checkpoint, every chamber holds its name, Ductus arteriosus closing, marking how the fetal changed, Foramen ovale sealing, pressure shifting side to side, Anomalous return misrouting where the bloodflow's tried, Pass the practical, pass the written, master the whole game, Every crooked heart still beats — that's the truth I came to claim. [Bridge] Ten percent for showing up with your hand already high, Asking why the septum failed, asking how and why, Participation's not a freebie, it's the pulse that keeps the room alive, Four percentages, one exam, only one way to survive. [Chorus] Forty, thirty, twenty, ten — write it, work it, speak it, live it, Three hearts beating in my skull, I gotta give it, Forty for the paper trail of vessel and valve, Thirty for the station where your fingers do the calc, Twenty for the tongue tracing blood from door to door, Ten for showing up and asking one more question at the core. [Outro] Three hearts, four numbers, one relentless test, Trace it, touch it, speak it — then you've passed the rest.
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