Psycroptic

Living underground, away from society
Never having to face your conformed reality
A tribe all alone, living their own way
Incredible below ground fortress
Constructed by our own hands
Five unknown generations
Following an ancient plan
We plan to live below until above is wiped out
You who think you are going forward
Are really going back
Your plans for evolution will just be your demise
Now is the time to realise you're all going to die
We have gone against your ways
Our existence is assured
Our cavernous living space has what we
need to survive
We have our own growing rooms
With naturally produced light
We have a room full of animals
To provide our meat
There's nothing more we need