Down below (the city's glow)
Shadows scurry through foul streams
Whiskered whispers tell their tales
In the gutter's vibrant dreams

In the maze (the underbelly)
Echoes of the surface roar
Tiny feet, in rhythm march
Beneath the streets they've claimed as theirs

Steel grates (hum above)
Rush of life they seldom see
Secret kingdoms, thrones of rust
In the empire's great debris

Through the pipes (their anthem wails)
Songs of scraps and freedom sung
In their realm (beneath the swell)
From the darkness, they ascend

Kings and queens of trash enthroned
In tunnels where the daylight ends
Scavengers (in their domain)
Crafting castles from the waste

Surf the tide (the underground)
Ride the filth with skater's grace
Crafting legend in the grime
In this labyrinth, they race

Darkness fades (rats' parade)
Their empire winks in shadow's jest
Neon above (but down below)
Their crowns amassed from what we throw

Channels carved by human hands
Transformed to their domain so grand
Below the rush (their kingdom vast)
In whispers, plans, they're unsurpassed

Majesty (in decay's hold)
Their congress in the catacombs
Silver fur in twilight's fold
They forage through our cast-off combs

[Chorus]
They reign beneath, the city's thrum
Their tails entwined, in secret sums