
They Won’t See Us Coming by Harbor Static
[Intro | synth drone, low and ominous, building. Mira’s synth pulses like a warning siren in slow motion. Cal’s drum beat starts as a heartbeat kick, then the snare cracks in like a spine snapping into place. Jonas’s guitar plays a distorted riff. Ess’s bass plays a low and mean bassline.] [Verse 1 – rap cadence, tight, coiled] They got their eyes on the front door, we came through the window They got their rules in a handbook, we wrote ours in invisible ink They said “sit down, be quiet, wait your turn, earn your place” We said “nah, we’ll take the whole thing, leave no trace” I been watching from the edges since I was twelve years old Learned how to move in the shadows, learned how to keep my mouth closed But quiet ain’t the same as gone, and patient ain’t the same as weak And every single one of them is gonna feel us when we speak [Pre-Chorus – building, rap flowing into melody] They built this house to keep us out But we learned every crack, every door, every way around They think they’re safe, they think they’re done But they won’t see us— No, they won’t see us coming [Chorus with backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] They won’t see us coming (Won’t see us) They won’t hear us breathing (Hear us breathing) We been playing the long game (Long game) Waiting for the right moment to take what we’re owed (Take what’s owed) They won’t see us coming (Won’t see us) ‘Cause they’re too busy looking the other way (Looking away) And when we hit— (When we hit) They won’t know what fucking hit ‘em [Verse 2 – rap cadence, faster, sharper] I learned to walk like I don’t matter, talk like I don’t know The weight I carry, the plans I bury six feet under the floor They see a girl in a ripped-up jacket with her hands in her pockets They don’t see the blueprint, they don’t see the rocket We’re not a movement, we’re a murmur getting louder Not a firework, we’re the ember underneath the powder We been collecting receipts, been keeping the list Of every promise they broke, every hand we kissed That was supposed to mean something but meant nothing Now we’re done asking, now we’re taking something [Pre-Chorus – rap flowing into melody, voice straining] They built this house to keep us out But we learned every crack, every door, every way around They think they’re safe, they think they’re done But they won’t see us— No, they won’t see us coming [Chorus with backing vocals – Mira soft, Ess rough] They won’t see us coming (Won’t see us) They won’t hear us breathing (Hear us breathing) We been playing the long game (Long game) Waiting for the right moment to take what we’re owed (Take what’s owed) They won’t see us coming (Won’t see us) ‘Cause they’re too busy looking the other way (Looking away) And when we hit— (When we hit) They won’t know what fucking hit ‘em [Bridge – drums drop to half-time, synth swells, Ess’s bass holds a low, vibrating note, voice low and dangerous] You think we forgot? We don’t forget. You think we forgive? We don’t forgive. We just been waiting. Biding, hiding, writing down every name Every slight, every night we spent choking on the shame Of being too much or not enough or just wrong Now the clock’s run out and the song is— [Final Chorus with backing vocals – harmonies thicken, full band lift, voice raw and shouting] They won’t see us coming (Won’t see us, won’t see us) They won’t hear us breathing (Hear us breathing, hear us now) We been playing the long game (Long game, long fucking game) Waiting for the right moment to take what we’re owed (Take what’s owed, take it all) They won’t see us coming (Won’t see us) ‘Cause they’re too busy looking the other way (Looking away, looking away) And when we hit— (When we hit) They won’t know what fucking hit ‘em They won’t know what fucking hit ‘em [Outro | drums pounding, synth screeching, guitar feedback, Ess’s bass locked in, voice in a rap-shout cadence] Coming, coming, they won’t see us coming Coming, coming, they won’t see us coming Coming, coming, they won’t see us fucking— [cuts to silence then a single synth pulse like a heartbeat, holding as the song fades out.]

