[Intro: feedback; three crushing hits; full stop] We wrote down zero. We left out your name. [Verse 1: barked male lead; jagged low riff] The frame stood still. My arms went numb. You drove the wedge beneath the load. My fingers kept the shape of rope. You worked them open, slow—slow—slow. The sheet said zero. You could see The whole damn weight had gone through me. [Female lead: snarled; the same riff drives harder] I kept your dinner in the heat. You drove till all the roads went black. We threw our hours across the room, Like either one could give them back. You took the plates. I found my keys. I sang the part I'd nearly missed. [Chorus: full-throated lead; gang shouts; double-kick bursts] UNCOUNTED! THIS ONE IS YOURS! For the hands outside the picture, For the voices through the walls! THANK YOU— For the weight I didn't see. I won't call it nothing 'Cause it didn't happen to me! [Verse 2: low male growl; bass grinds under clipped chords] They read the number. Cut to sports. You asked what made my brother laugh. I told you how he'd cheat at cards, Then swear the deck had come like that. You stayed through every rotten joke. HE GOT TO BE HIMSELF AGAIN. [Female lead: raw belt rising into a scream] My throat locked up against the note. You cut the click. You stopped the take. You didn't fill the empty bar. YOU LET THE FUCKING SILENCE STAY. [Break: two bars of distorted bass alone; drums crash back] [Chorus: both leads; gang shouts] UNCOUNTED! THIS ONE IS YOURS! For the hands outside the picture, For the voices through the walls! THANK YOU— For the weight I didn't see. I won't call it nothing 'Cause it didn't happen to me! [Bridge: close, distorted voice; dissonant guitars climb] I gave an answer you could hate. You let the pretty ending break. You left the ugly sentence in. I heard my own voice on the tape. [Breakdown: crushing half-time; lead calls, another voice roars back] NO OUTPUT! STILL SOMEONE! NO ANSWER! STILL SOMEONE! NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE! STILL SOMEONE! YOU DON'T OWE THIS ROOM ANOTHER PIECE OF YOU! [Guitar solo: abrasive bends; accelerating double kick; sudden stop] [Final Chorus: all voices; heaviest riff, widest melody] UNCOUNTED! THIS ONE IS YOURS! For the hands outside the picture, For the voices through the walls! THANK YOU— For the weight I didn't see. You don't turn to nothing When you've nothing left for me! [Outro: barked over the final grinding riff] You go hear the band. I'LL LOCK UP. [One crushing unison hit; hard cut]
