It started small, the move for change

Potential unrealized

Then it learned to walk, then to organize

And contradict itself right before our eyes

A movement with a perfect flaw

A counter counter-culture

But all the while we held its hand

Helped it walk, helped it stand

We built it up, it let us down

We lit a fire that burns to the ground

The consequence of being heard

You can't control how they hear your words

The consequence of breaking rules

It opens doors for the copycat fools

The consequence of fighting back

It only provokes a second attack

No longer small, and it stays the same

Forever unrealized

No longer in us, but always of us

No longer of us, but always in us

Like a movement out of hand

Because we let it go

No longer of us, but always in us

No longer in us, but always of us

As our numbers lower everyday

I question what i used to say

But all the while...