The last three minutes in particular of this song are so killer, pretty literally. I always imagine someone reciting some kind of Reverse-Resurrection-Revival incantation where as their repetitions get increasingly louder and more assured, everything around them explodes or disintegrates into stardust.
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The transitions from verse to chorus are so perfect in how they feel both abrupt and inevitable. Reminds me of trying to stay unaffected on the surface when inside you're about to collapse from some huge secret hope you've been carrying and just can't seem to put down.