Lyric

I wake up to the world screaming

Someone is pressing the reset button again

Today too we are in a supporting role

When history is being written

And the news tells us what opinion we should have

But I wonder why no one questions at all

Who writes the ending

When the pen is not in our hands?

Who decides where

This story stops?

If this is a play

Then why don't we get lines?

Who writes the ending

And why can't I see it?

Someone makes money with pain

Another trades their dreams for sleeping pills

The images change, but the end result is the same

We are not even visible in the end credits

I shout at the screen, but it doesn't respond

There is just noise in the background

Who writes the ending

When the pen is not in our hands?

Who decides where

This story stops?

If this is a play

Then why don't we get lines?

Who writes the ending

And why can't I see it?

If I write between the lines myself

Maybe I'll find my own meaning

If I burn the script

Maybe I'll finally start living it

Who writes the ending

Or do we write it together?

If this is our story

I want to end it honestly

No director, no script

Just us and the unfinished work

Who writes the ending

Maybe no one, and that's why it's perfect