The Underground hid where the mundane eschewed Above us they cowered
And the young tribe of misfits told tales as they grew They heard whispers and voices
They grew to learn silence and stealth and evasion They plotted and schemed
They sung quiet songs of their underground nation As they weighed their dark choices
But only the clever could find this small tribe If you want to join
And those who could find it were welcomed inside Put your sanity at stake
You too can join our band of unseen Check for the Snapshot
We're an army, a family, a silent machine From 03/28
If you want to find clearance to enter the pack The endgame is upon us
Find the Machine and go Way Back I hope you can hunt
Long live the Chief You may have to re-save the Kingdom to find it
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