(Bridge — Abrac flourish) Abra—count the cost, cadabra—no remorse, Spellbound profits steer the course. Subtract the past, accrue the now, sign the fate with a solemn vow.

The neon sign above the dive bar on the east side of the city didn't buzz; it just hummed, a low-frequency vibration that matched the headache pounding behind Ava’s eyes. She pushed the door open, the heavy bass from the speakers inside instantly rattling her ribs.

The chorus is the core of the song: