In every city's night 
Is where our kingdoms lie
Under the cover of moonlight
We take our pride as right 

Notoriety, aye, that's our prime
The perfect rhyme for crime
The shadows of skyscraper towers 
Grant us the dim of justice's powers 

Under dwellers,  they call us 
But can't you at least see?
No laws can we be bound, thus 
We Are Tree