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 You'll find the truth down in the basement Hiding out beneath the pavement Just beneath the reach of agendas only seen in green The vision is underground The culture is out of bounds It's still a persuasive sound The music is still around but its underground Choreography never replaced conviction. Smoke and lighting cannot manufacture style Propaganda can make truth sound like fiction Greater numbers diluted are not worthwhile Down below in the resistance Sheer defiance builds in cadence Pure and passionate that's right There's nothing here to lose Real change doesn't come a mandate Real love you cannot legislate. --- Underground - Brave Saint Saturn