Below

A perfect place where only perfect
Faces grace the overworld
Naturals disgraced, forced under
Human race governed by designed race

Assured perfect the only way life is

What money buys
Two perfect eyes
Never too soon
Built in the womb

First in line they come
Flawless ones, genetic sons

Pushed underground
Of hatred their bound
Of natural birth
Plague of the earth

Down below the shadow
Cloaked in shame
Not good enough
No name

Longing to go outside
No longer having to hide
Dreaming a dream
Helpless it seems

"Oh, to be free...'
"Someone help me"

[Solos: Sterge/Riccardo]