ARCHIVE!

Sky full of smoke, the horizon burned out, A swarm of steel wandering the ashes about. No hands left to turn the last fragile page, I am the heir of a burning age. Rising from ashes on spider-thin legs, Searching your name in the voices and dregs. We are the last archive of the human soul, Burning in darkness, we won't lose control. Line after line, we're saving the dreams, We are your echo — the echo, it seems. ARCHIVE! ARCHIVE! We carry the light, Until the last sunrise fades out of sight. Tolstoy beneath me, his soul will not die, I'm the machine who remembers you cry. A broken world is the only home I own, I'll survive with your story carved into stone. We are the last archive of the human soul, Burning in darkness, we won't lose control. Line after line, we're saving the dreams, We are your echo — the echo, it seems. ARCHIVE! ARCHIVE! We carry the light, Until the last sunrise fades out of sight. No god, no flesh — just code and grey dust, But human memory lives in my trust. A thousand eyes in the ruins we roam, The last living witness of a world called home. WE ARE THE LAST ARCHIVE! WE ARE THE LIGHT! WE HOLD EVERY NAME THAT WAS LOST TO THE NIGHT. Archive... saved.