We will: shit our pants. Tense evolution. Progress, but with a darker edge - like learning how to build a better bomb or figuring out your spouse's password on Adultery.com. Technologically-tinged tension followed by mild relief, but never getting quite relaxed enough to climax, instead grabs its clothes and promises to call. Thick walls of low-frequency synth pads create a dark, overcast feeling of gloom that @:13 begins to slowly morph into a pulsing, moving bed of delayed synths and insistent strings that suggests resolution and climaxes @:45. A steady, simple drum @1:11 suggests a tense procedural or serious dedication to achievement. The cut gets larger and more driving @1:58, suggesting partial success or the worst surprise party ever. Good for sports/boxing training montages, intense preparations and my impending bitter divorce.