Next in line

[Intro] [distorted electric guitar riff with palm muting] [compressed drum beat enters] [high-pitched guitar squeals] [Verse] [sound; Old Female voice] You're a Monster [digital glitch effect] [heavy double-kick drum pattern] [distorted power chords] [unintelligible vocal shout] [sudden silence] [guitar riff resumes] [Intro] They thought the next big move would come one way So many angles hit at once, they don't know what to play Look where you want, you still run into us Switch what you hear, our work still turns up [Verse 1] Most pick one thing and put their weight on that More gets handled at once, we still finish what we start One gets done while something else takes shape Before they track the first, the next is on its way One category is what they want, one simple name Too much range makes one label useless anyway No single answer tells them what comes next That's why they keep on watching, trying to connect [Pre-Hook] Watch one move and you will miss the next Pick one sound, we already moved past that Try to keep count, but the count keeps moving fast Next in line means never working on just one task [Hook] Next in line, coming at the game from every side We take on everything instead of choosing one to try Look where you want, our work is already there Change what you play, we still end up in your ears Too much at once for them to follow every move Too many ways to even guess what we will do They ask who's next while we do it all at once No waiting for a turn; we are next in line [Verse 2] A whole week goes into planning one move Once one gets finished, we're already on something new Different work keeps running side by side Nothing gets delayed just to keep them in one line Each one gets attention, every one gets done Taking on more never means the standard gets dropped More on the table never lowers what we make That's what they miss when they only watch the pace [Verse 3] Looking anywhere still brings them to our work Switch what they want to hear, we still show up there Open one screen, something else we made appears Change what comes through the speakers, we're back in their ears One side shows one thing, another side shows more By the time they turn around, we've finished something new Trying not to notice only proves the point There's too much of our work for them to avoid [Hook] Next in line, coming at the game from every side We take on everything instead of choosing one to try Look where you want, our work is already there Change what you play, we still end up in your ears Too much at once for them to follow every move Too many ways to even guess what we will do They ask who's next while we do it all at once No waiting for a turn; we are next in line [Verse 4] They keep trying to define us with one word Soon as they decide, that label sounds absurd Put us in one category, give it a day Next thing that we finish won't fit there anyway Everybody wants a pattern they can recognize Every new side gives them more to summarize By the time they think they finally know the plan Something else is moving before they understand [Verse 5] Being next is not about shouting it every night Finished work is why we know we're doing it right Doing many things badly would not prove a thing Every finished piece still has to fucking hit Range means nothing if the quality is weak Speed means nothing if the finished work ain't right That is why the confidence is backed by what we make No speech is needed; just look at what we made [Hook] Next in line, coming at the game from every side We take on everything instead of choosing one to try Look where you want, our work is already there Change what you play, we still end up in your ears Too much at once for them to follow every move Too many ways to even guess what we will do They ask who's next while we do it all at once No waiting for a turn; we are next in line [Bridge] Choose one thing We take more Watch one move Miss the next Name one sound Switch again Finish one thing Start another Look one way Find our work Change what you hear Find us there [Verse 6] We are coming for the game in a way they haven't seen Each piece still gets finished while the workload stays extreme Nobody can tell which move is coming next Every time they catch one, we are on to the rest What they see is only part of what gets done What they hear is only part of what we have become When the question changes from "Who's next?" to "Who arrived?" They'll know we were the answer: next in line [Hook] Next in line, coming at the game from every side We take on everything instead of choosing one to try Look where you want, our work is already there Change what you play, we still end up in your ears Too much at once for them to follow every move Too many ways to even guess what we will do They ask who's next while we do it all at once No waiting for a turn; we are next in line [Outro] For years they waited for the next name to arrive And now they see me