Outside the Tunnel.

Don't you hear the music,
Revving up our righteous hatred?
Feeding 5000 minds?

A pride emerges,
From our darkness.

A light to lead us,
From the putrid tunnel,
Into the realm of sight.

Exclusive and arrogant,
Our hearts pump,
With a sense of superiority,
As we blindly emerge.

We sing an ugly song,
Against the world,
Outside the tunnel.

But the fools,
Don't hear our beat,
Feel our heat,
Or understand the street.