Destruction in motion, pushing the end. Confiding, a notion to collectively decend. I can't believe the effect from the sh** 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 ma** 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.