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...