Tiny speakers are mounted into the ceiling
Barely visible next to the grey-white tiles
Dripping wet with the syrup-sweet production
Hollow words for the empty in steaming piles
We’ll find the truth down in the basement
Hiding out beneath the pavement
Just beneath the reach of agendas only seen in green
Chorus:
The vision is underground
The culture is out of bounds
It’s still a persuasive sound
The music is still around, it's just underground
Choreography never replaced conviction
Smoke and lighting can not manufacture style
Propaganda can make truth sound like fiction
Greater numbers deluded, but not worthwhile
Down below in the resistance
Sheer defiance builds in cadence
Pure and passionate, that’s right
There’s nothing here to lose
Chorus
Bridge:
Real change doesn’t come from a mandate
Real love you cannot legislate
