Ward Seven

Written in direct response to A CDC worker was hospitalized for 10 days with severe depression after being fired by DOGE, exploring the mental health toll of sudden mass terminations.. The lyrics weave in verified details — 10 days in psychiatric ward with severe depression; Fired by DOGE mass termination; 30,000+ workers fired, many experienced severe mental health consequences. Majik delivers the report through country, letting the data hit as hard as the beat. Lines like "She tracked outbreaks from a cubicle in Atlanta, Building Twelve" anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — devastation, grief, slow recovery — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] She tracked outbreaks from a cubicle in Atlanta, Building Twelve Flu strains and infection rates, she knew the numbers well Eleven years of data sets and epidemiology She kept the country's fever chart so we could all sleep easily The termination letter didn't even get her title right It said "Health Analyst II" — she was a senior research scientist She drove home, pulled the curtains shut, and didn't leave the bed For three days straight she lay there with the silence in her head [chorus] Nobody told me it would feel like dying Nobody told me I'd forget how to breathe Nobody told me that a job could hold your whole life And when they take it, they take all of me Ward seven, fluorescent lights Nobody told me about ward seven nights [verse 2] Her husband found her on the bathroom floor on Saturday at dawn She was breathing but the light behind her eyes was fully gone The ambulance took Peachtree south, the ER knew the signs Severe depression, acute distress — they admitted her that night Ward seven's where they keep the ones who can't stop falling down The ones who lost the thing that told them who they were and how She shared a room with someone from the Postal Service too Two women in a government that didn't care what firing do [chorus] Nobody told me it would feel like dying Nobody told me I'd forget how to breathe Nobody told me that a job could hold your whole life And when they take it, they take all of me Ward seven, fluorescent lights Nobody told me about ward seven nights [verse 3] The doctor asked her on day four what she was grieving for She said it wasn't just the paycheck, it was everything before The feeling that your labor matters, that you're part of something true That when the next pandemic hits, the data's there because of you By day seven she could walk the hallway, by day nine she ate By day ten they said you're stable and they opened up the gate She stepped into the March Atlanta sun and felt it on her skin And wondered how a country lets its people break like tin [chorus] Nobody told me it would feel like dying Nobody told me I'd forget how to breathe Nobody told me that a job could hold your whole life And when they take it, they take all of me Ward seven, fluorescent lights Nobody told me about ward seven nights [bridge] And then in March the voicemail came, they said come on back now We need your expertise again, we need you anyhow She played it twice and then deleted every second of the sound You don't get to break a person and then act like they were found [chorus] Nobody told me it would feel like dying Nobody told me I'd forget how to breathe Nobody told me that a job could hold your whole life And when they take it, they take all of me Ward seven, fluorescent lights Nobody told me about ward seven nights [outro] Nobody told me Nobody told me Ward seven, I survived the ward seven nights