EVERYTHING IS IN ORDER Decisions are made in my name, in my life Nobody ever asks me if it feels right I've never seen the whole machinery Only what remains when it comes back to me I am not heard in what happens with my money It moves through channels I never agreed to Somebody is steering numbers without my consent Then explains it all like it was heaven-sent And they tell me everything is in order While I stand here with the doubt in my hands Things are decided over my name, over my life But I was never part of the plan They tell me everything is in order Everything is exactly where it should be But year after year the same thing happens And nobody asks what it does to me It's not one mistake, it's a pattern Not one moment, but a design They keep deciding over my name While I am left outside the line It repeats itself year after year Like a road I never chose to travel here Not one mistake, not one isolated fall But the same old pattern behind it all It moves so quietly, almost out of sight The same old story dressed in different light No real consent, no honest reply Just consequences I never defined And they tell me everything is in order While I stand here with the doubt in my hands Things are decided over my name, over my life But I was never part of the plan They tell me everything is in order Everything is exactly where it should be But year after year the same thing happens And nobody asks what it does to me It's not one mistake, it's a pattern Not one moment, but a design They keep deciding over my name While I am left outside the line **(Verse 3)** I've never seen the whole structure Only the aftermath when it comes back to me I'm not heard in what happens with my money Still I'm expected to carry it silently Somebody is steering numbers without my consent Decisions made over my name again It's not one error, it's a pattern instead A system that keeps repeating itself And in a world where money speaks the loudest Access can be bought behind quiet doors Advisors lean toward whoever pays the most And truth gets filtered through the size of the sums The bank speaks softer when the accounts are larger Voices change when the price is right Influence moves through polished corridors Where nothing is ever completely black or white They call it normal They call it routine They call it the way things have always been But when the same pattern keeps returning How long before someone asks what it means? How many times can a name be used Before the person behind it disappears? How many times can the truth be buried Before somebody finally hears? They tell me everything is in order Everything is exactly where it should be But year after year the same thing happens And nobody asks what it does to me It's not one mistake, it's a pattern Not one moment, but a design They keep deciding over my name But this time I am drawing the line They tell me everything is in order But I know what I have lived through You can dress it up in paperwork But you can't make falsehood true I never saw the whole structure I only saw the trace Of something unfolding around me In a space I couldn't enter And they kept saying: Everything is in order. But if everything is in order... Why does it keep happening to me?
