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.