[Intro] (A rhythmic, ticking synthesizer pulse that slowly accelerates, mimicking a frantic heartbeat or rapid wings) (Spoken, close-mic'd) Count 'em up... [Verse 1] (Driving, pulsing retro-pop beat drops in immediately) Walking through the room and my chest is caving in Got a million thoughts spinning where do I even begin? My mind is moving heavy, yeah, the temperature is rising Everybody's watching, but they don't see the crisis Two hundred times a second, wings against the glass Trying to keep it cool, but I'm moving way too fast! [Pre-Chorus] (Lush, stacked harmonies building a wall of sound) And it’s thumping in my ears, yeah, it’s ringing in my head (Ooh-ooh-ooh) I’m running on a wire and I’m hanging by a thread! [Chorus] (Explosive, high-octane pop hook) Two hundred beats a second, yeah, it’s shaking in my chest! Put me under pressure, watch me pass the final test! It’s a rush, it’s a panic, it’s a terrifying thrill Moving at a speed that is bound to go and kill— Oh, two hundred beats! Keep the rhythm on lock, watching out for the clock! [Verse 2] Sweat on the collar, got my phone in a grip One wrong word and I’m losing the script They say "calm down," like it's easy as that When your heart's doing backflips on an acrobatic mat Not a second to breathe, not a moment to think Standing right over the edge of the brink! [Bridge] (Music strips back to just a frantic, ticking electronic pulse and isolated vocals) Two hundred... (Layered harmonies whispering faster) Two hundred... two hundred... (Beat drops back in with maximum energy) Yeah, watch me fly right through the storm! [Chorus] Two hundred beats a second, yeah, it’s shaking in my chest! Put me under pressure, watch me pass the final test! It’s a rush, it’s a panic, it’s a terrifying thrill Moving at a speed that is bound to go and kill— Oh, two hundred beats! Keep the rhythm on lock, watching out for the clock! [Outro] (The relentless synth beat loops out tightly, mimicking a fast heartbeat before cutting off sharply on a single intake of breath) (Whispered) Still breathing. (Beat cuts dead)
