[Intro — low, controlled, dead serious] They said, “The Word.” Okay. One small problem. Nobody told me what the fuckin’ word was. [Verse 1] Started with the dictionary, figured it had to be in there. Made it halfway through the A's before I started losing hair. Checked my pockets, checked the counter, dug beneath a stack of mail. Tore the cushions off the couch— found three bucks... but no holy grail. [Pre-Chorus — irritation building] Maybe I missed something obvious. Wouldn't be the first damn time. Everybody else looks like they get it— I'm still looking for a sign. [Chorus — heavy, melodic] WHERE'S THE WORD? Give me something I can use. One syllable, ten syllables— hell, I'm not gonna choose. I don't need an explanation. I just need a fucking clue. You tell me there's a Word somewhere— WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? [Verse 2 — heavier] Checked the kitchen, checked the bedroom, even looked behind the door. Found some shit I'd lost in August, still don't know what I'm looking for. Asked myself, “You got any ideas?” Myself said, “Man, don't look at me.” So now I'm arguing with myself... This is going beautifully. Looked beneath the driver's seat, found some change and something sticky. Whatever the hell that used to be— I ain't touching it. [Build — anger rising] I KNOW THERE'S A WORD! I KNOW IT'S HERE! I'VE LOOKED EVERY FUCKING PLACE EXCEPT— ...wait. Nope. Never mind. [DUBSTEP DROP I — half-time, massive sub-bass] NO! FUCKING! WORD! [Metal riff slams back in] [Verse 3 — genuinely pissed now] Back to the dictionary— now we're settling this shit. A through M, then N through Z, and not one bastard says, “I'm it.” Maybe it's hiding in a sentence. Maybe I said it yesterday. Maybe the damn thing heard me coming and packed its shit and ran away. I've used nouns and verbs and adjectives. I've tried short ones, I've tried long. At this point I could've written a whole goddamn fucking song. ... Oh. Shit. [Chorus — bigger, angrier] WHERE'S THE WORD? I've got nothing left to lose. Give me seventeen syllables— I don't give a damn, I'll use 'em. I have searched through every corner. I have questioned everything I knew. SOMEBODY GIVE ME ONE GODDAMN WORD— IS THAT TOO MUCH TO FUCKING DO?! [DUBSTEP DROP II — brutal, distorted, heavier than first] WORD! WORD! WHERE'S—THE—FUCKING—WORD?! [Breakdown — crushing metal riff / half-time drums] Checked the couch. Checked the car. Checked the shelves. Checked the yard. Checked my pockets. Checked 'em twice. Lost my patience. Lost my mind. I'M DONE LOOKING FOR THE— [FULL STOP — silence] ... Wait. ... I fucking found it. [FULL BAND + DUBSTEP IMPACT — MAXIMUM FORCE] BIRD IS THE FUCKING WORD! [HARD CUT — DEAD SILENCE]
