We exist under the pavement. When the truth came down, who came to save us? It was you and me. Only us. They can't find us. You can fill the holes in what I know of being somebody's pillar of strength and hope with grand a**umption and greater consumption. Still we persist, maybe worse off together. But if this all burned down, who would know better? Better than you and me? Only us. They can't find us.