“The Next One” [Intro — Whispered] Herbert West… The gate’s unlocked. Let’s wake the neighbors. [Verse 1] Black coat dragging through the rain, Counting dates and reading names. Lantern swinging, crooked grin, Who’s been sleeping? Who’s coming in? Ravens scatter off the stone, West won’t leave this place alone. Something green inside his bag— Something death can’t quite hold back. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now, hush now, underground, I came to turn your silence loud. One more chance, one more sin— Let me hear that heart again. [Chorus] Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Need to watch it come alive again. Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Make the ending start again. Wake up, wake up— Let the midnight in. Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Need to watch it come alive again. [Verse 2] Fresh-cut flowers, sinking clay, Someone just got put away. West kneels down beside the mound, Hears a knocking underground. “Patience, darling, hold on tight, You’ve got plans with me tonight.” Then the knocking follows him— From every grave beyond the fence. [Pre-Chorus] Hush now, hush now, hear that sound, Something’s moving all around. One more chance, one more sin— Who let all the others in? [Chorus] Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Need to watch it come alive again. Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Make the ending start again. Wake up, wake up— Let the midnight in. Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Need to watch it come alive again. [Bridge — Low, Building] He came for one, But the whole yard heard. A hundred mouths Repeat his words. His lantern falls. The gate swings wide. They know his name. They’re right behind. [Final Chorus — Voices Joining] Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Need to watch it come alive again. Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one— Now they’re singing back to him. Wake up, wake up— See their crooked grins. Gotta find the next one, Gotta find a fresh one, Need to watch it come alive again. [Outro — Whispered] Herbert West… Don’t run. You’re the next one.
