We’re glowing in the midnight wire,
hearts tuned to a red-shifted choir.
Neon seconds drip like rain,
every pulse a burning train.
Ten—We crack the sky apart,
Nine—Ignite the after-chart,
Eight—The past becomes a spark,
Seven—We ride the dark.
Six—Shadows start to bleed,
Five—We’re everything we need,
Four—No tomorrow to defend,
Three—The clocks forget to bend.
Two—The universe folds in,
One—We’re louder than we’ve ever been.
Lift off, let the heavens drown—
this is our final countdown.