[male] Who will we be when the mask starts slipping? When the truth is sharper than the lies we told? Who will we blame when the mirror’s cracking, And the faces staring back feel cold? [female] Who will we run to when the lights stop burning? When the roads we paved start caving in? Who will we trust when the words are hollow, And the weight of it all sinks in again? [together, hauntingly] Who will we be when the walls stop holding? Who will we trust when the cracks keep showing? Who will we find at the end of the fight, When all that’s left is the fading light? Who will we? [male] Who will we save when the lines get blurry? When the heroes fall and the hands let go? Who will we follow when the path is broken, And the signs lead somewhere we don’t know? [female] Who will we hear when the echoes quiet? When the silence cuts like a jagged stone? Who will we hold when the room is empty, And we find ourselves completely alone? [together, grunge intensity] Who will we be when the walls stop holding? Who will we trust when the cracks keep showing? Who will we find at the end of the fight, When all that’s left is the fading light? Who will we? [male & female, haunting] Do we cling to the scars like they’re our home? Do we stand in the fire just to feel less alone? Do we push away what we need the most? Who are we chasing—the living or ghosts? [together, crescendo] Who will we love when the world stops spinning? Who will we choose when the end is beginning? Who will we see when the masks fall away? Who will we be at the break of day? [together, fading into a haunting refrain] Who will we stay? Who will we find? Who will we leave in the wreckage behind? Who will we stay? Who will we find? Who will we leave in the wreckage behind?
