Destruction in motion, pushing the end.
Confiding, a notion to collectively decend.

I can't believe the effect from the shit we're recieving,
that can pry another brick in the wall,
that I can find you behind while you're leaving another
hero to cover it all.

Move. The crowd won't speak.

Through mass demotion fake equality. Violent promotion untill trustworthy.

Dragging a vision, through wounds full of salt.
Someones decision, but everyones fault. A reason to riot, a revolution.

Move. The crowd won't speak. Move. The crowd won't leave.