[Adam WarRock]
Hey yo, they're coming for you
Lock your windows and close your doors
Yuh, stay underground
[Verse 1]
Beneath the city where the freaks sleep
A little girl dreams of better days
Her family hasn't eaten in weeks
And above the streets is where the heat seeps
And people go about their days
And never think about the poor and the meek
And so they shiver beneath the sewer grates
Dream of better days; guard things[?] the skin decayed
Because of the path god made
Evolution had failed and so the city cast away
It's poor, tired, and hungry so we couldn't see their face
And locations and tunnels is where the noises would rumble
Because the trains and the construction crews
Created the rubble
So the family moved deeper to the belly of the beast
Sunlight was a memory; nothing there in the least
They were shawls to hide their faces
As they stumble in the shadows
And they know that the horizon will bring another battle
They're survivors (yeah)
These are the ones with a plan
Though it's clear that many died at the hands of common man
[Hook] X 2
This is a ma**acre
Of those without much to say
This is a ma**acre
Of the ones we tried to sweep away
This is a ma**acre
The city talks in its sleep
And when you're locked up in your homes
That's when they're walking the streets
[Verse 2]
A little girl grew bigger and her bones they grew too
And she learned to filter water like she learned to hunt food
And her aim was dead bullseye with the knives that she threw
Carved down from her marrow kept an eye straight and narrow
On the one hole of light that the sewer grate gave
And most had turned away forgotten the life they made
But resolve grew to anger and the hate grew to strength
And the power led to pa**ion and the old guard's end
Gave a chance for her to blossom and flourish
And amidst the youth moving lost without a purpose
Where she tended and nourished an army of servants
She told them how the world simply forgotten
And left them down to starve to d**h
Die here and rot in the sewage their minds had cast off
Garbage and trash; they're the same to those who lived above
She'd never given up; through the years she kept mourning
And made her way to the sewer grate remembering the story
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And now she stalks the alley ways; climbs the buildings
And slowly taking the children of people slumbering
Left without a trace; without harm
Without a note of her work and she
Imagined all the parents waking wondering
As they made their way through the streets
She stole an army of youngins and gave them food to eat
And she raised them beneath the plumbing
The "have you seen me?" lists kept growing bigger
Mothers had lost daughters and brothers had lost sisters
She's here to raise an army of able-bodies
Who can probably, walk the streets without
A second glance from anybody
Her grand plan set, she waited and laughed
And she remembered all the pain
Of those she lost in the past
Beneath the city where the freaks sleep
A little girl grew softly (what?)
As she's fading asleep; she can't remember anything
So this is home now
As caretakers will tell her the story of just how
It was a ma**acre