[Intro: Feedback swell that sounds like a siren.] "GO!" [Drums kick in: Fast, driving beat. 170 BPM.] [Guitars: A wall of fuzz playing simple major chords. It sounds huge and triumphant.] [Verse 1: Vocals are fast, urgent, right on top of the beat. No wasted breath.] Pilot’s asleep! Dreaming of his mother! I’m in 14B! Stealing all the covers! Engine’s smoking! I Didn’t make a sound! I’m not questioning! mechanics on the ground! Surgeon’s got the shakes! Cutting on a hunch! I’m the one who bought him that three-martini lunch! Monkeys with matches! Gasoline! Finest fucking disaster that you have ever seen! [Pre-Chorus: Bass drives hard. Guitars switch to a repetitive, high-pitched tremolo picking.] Everything is broken! I’m just playing along! Don't know how we’ve lasted... This damn long! [Chorus: Explosion. Maximum volume. Gang vocals shouting into the void.] IT’S A MIRACLE! (MIRACLE!) That the lights turn on at all! IT’S A MIRACLE! (GODDAMN MIRACLE!) That the sky doesn't fall! Disaster in motion! Wreck on the rails! Universal aptitude to fail! BUT I’M HERE! (I’M HERE!) YEAH, WE’RE STILL HERE! [Verse 2: Drums stay heavy. Guitars pull back slightly to let the vocals cut through.] Built a life! Foundation made of sand! Map to nowhere in the palm of my hand! Signed the contract! I didn't even read! Bought a pile of garbage that I don't even need! Driving over eighty! Car made of gum and tin! Praying these poor tires don't cave right in! Inept! Incorrect! Incomplete! Unrefined! Blind leading deaf fucking leading the blind! [Pre-Chorus: Feedback starts rising.] Everything is broken! I’m just playing along! Don't know how we’ve lasted... This damn long! [Chorus: The "Wall of Sound" returns.] IT’S A MIRACLE! (MIRACLE!) That the lights turn on at all! IT’S A FUCKING MIRACLE! (MIRACLE!) That the sky doesn't fall! Disaster in motion! Wreck on the rails! Universal aptitude to fail! BUT I’M HERE! (I’M HERE!) YEAH, WE’RE STILL HERE! [Bridge: Rhythm change. The drums go to a tribal tom-beat. Vocals are a rhythmic chant, building in intensity.] Degree in looking busy! PhD in guessing! Suit doesn't fit! Can barely even sing! Nodding my head! Shaking the hand! Faking a language I don't understand! Making it up! Making it up! I am totally making this shit up! [Build Up: Snare roll. Faster. Faster.] FAKE IT 'TIL YOU MAKE IT! FAKE IT 'TIL YOU BREAK IT! FAKE IT 'TIL YOU BREAK IT! [Chorus: Final anthem. The guitars are barely chords anymore, just texture and noise.] IT’S A MIRACLE! (MIRACLE!) That the lights turn on at all! I THINK I GOT AWAY WITH IT! I THINK I GOT AWAY WITH IT! [Vocals, shouted from the back of the room] I THINK I GOT AWAY WITH IT!
