Underground

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