Why Film the Carnage?

i can't build as fast as you tear down.
i need some relief. i'm driving nails with my skull while you pull them out with your teeth. what makes you think you can fuck with this? it's our sacred ground.
you defiled it with your bottom line, rip out the heart, parade the corpse around. we're still here. we still carry the torch. you burned your hands and went way off course.