[Verse 1] (Vocals are filtered, sounding distant and woozy) The ceiling is spinning a Vegas gold The room is too hot and the blood is too cold I’m tracing the lines in the palm of my hand Trying to remember how to stand... [Chorus] (Explosive, bright, stadium-sized energy—pure The Killers glitz mixed with Brand New grit) IT’S A MIRACLE WE MADE IT! IT’S A TRAGEDY WE’RE HERE! A lightning strike in a bottle of sweat A night that we haven't quite finished yet! IT’S A MIRACLE WE MADE IT! IT’S A TRAGEDY WE’RE HERE! [Bridge] (Chaos: The music stops for a second, then restarts with a heavy, distorted fuzz bass and screaming synths) The fever! The focus! The taste of the floor! I know that I’ve been here a thousand times before! (Everything now!) [Outro] IT’S A TRAGEDY WE’RE HERE! IT’S A TRAGEDY WE’RE HERE! (The music starts to "melt"—pitch-shifting downward and slowing down until it's just a slow, distorted pulse.) (Sound Effect: A flatline beep that turns into a bright synth chord)