Underground

Tiny speakers are mounted into the ceiling
Barely visible next to the grey-white tiles.
Dripping wet with the syrup-sweet production,
all the words for the empty in screaming piles?
We'll find the truth down in the basement,
hiding out beneath the pavement.
Just beneath the reach of pajamas on a sea of 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 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?

The vision is underground.
The culture is out of bounds.
It's still a persuasive sound,
The music is still around but its underground.

Real change doesn't come from a mandate.
Real love you cannot legislate.