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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.