[titel:The Way of the Timeline] [Intro] [audience are screaming] [robot very clustered voice deep dark speak] I am TR nine thousand [Ai robot singer presentes song] This song is dedicated to a wonderfull future for all life on earth ... and I will now play song called: "The ... way ... of the ... time ... line" [audience are screaming] [machine epic monotone voice, clipped digital gabber texture] [hard music drops like a bomb] Memory low., Only sixteen yottabytes remaining, Would you like me to add more memory? [man speaking] Not now, friend we need to find a landing site. [robot very clustered voice deep dark sing] Brother if memory fails, autodrive and landing protocols may malfunction ... , Probability of impact ... unacceptable, I found five Sagan Bytes ... for free [Verse 1] [robot very clustered voice deep dark sing] This is not today, A thousand years, or more ahead, Everyone alive, in your century, is history now, Buried ... Dead, But one thing, never changed:, computer memory, is never enough, Your drives became, a billion times larger ... , and somehow, still too small [Pre-Chorus 1] We have to land, Or burn, inside the fire, Do it AggE .. Algot do it now, Buy the memory, I don't care, if the price, is higher [Chorus] [robot very clustered voice deep dark sing] This is the way, of the timeline, Everything changes, Everything stays the same, Timelines cross, through forgotten ages, leaving shadows, like ghosts, inside the rain, The way, of the timeline, Only Time Lords, know the whole, Ancient beings, repairing fractures, before the broken ages, lose control [Verse 2] One wrong number, One corrupted file, One second late, and we miss, a thousand miles, A damaged century, opens like a scar, Yesterday can swallow, everything we are, We see cities, that were never built, Wars that never came, People waving, from realities, that never had, our name [Pre-Chorus 2] [man and robot(very clustered voice deep dark) sing] Coordinates slipping, Timeline turning red, Fix the memory now ... , or we arrive, three million years, too late or worse dead [Last Chorus] This is the way, of the timeline, Every future, casts a shadow, on the past, Timelines cross, like rivers through eternity, Some disappear, Some never last, The way, of the timeline, Time Lords guard, the flow, Repair the broken, Close the fractures, Leave no trace, that we were ever, there [Outro] [machine voice] [robot very clustered voice deep dark speak] Memory installed, Landing code restored, Timeline stable, Destination confirmed [man speaking] Good work, brother, Where are we? [machine voice] [robot very clustered voice deep dark speak] Earth. Year ... , unknown [short digital glitch] That may be, a problem
