Brave Saint Saturn - 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?
Well 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.
Its 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, thats right,
theres nothing here to lose?

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

Real change doesnt come from a mandate.
Real love you cannot legislate.