it isn't what we mean, it's how we feel: 
this crowd, this life, this immortality 
is more than a collective - it's alive 
with more than supernova powered light; 

and we -- we do not harm, we merely are: 
and you -- you do not know, and cannot know 
the things here needful, requisite for hope. 
so have fun beeing poor, since that's your choice. 

we dance here with the healthy scorn of queens 
and kings upon the peasantry outside; 
we dine here on the blood and sweat of those 
who once believed it possible for them 

  to come into this place, and be a part -- 
  but we won't have what isn't ours in here