[Verse 1] Kallisti Wharf on a quiet night, Under rusted signs and a flickering light. They say this place sold fire and steel, Before the world made wheels surreal. Ghost of a gas pump, leaning low, Covered in dust where the shadows grow. It’s the only one left—no others around, Though cars still haunt this powered town. [Chorus] It’s the last gas station, lost and alone, In a city where engines drive on their own. Atlas Park to Steel Canyon square, Cars just circle—never stop anywhere. No plugs, no pumps, no coils, no cords, Just silent machines like techno-lords. [Verse 2] Up in Founders' Falls, they glide like ghosts, Never stall, never slow at the posts. Nobody sees 'em fill or charge, They roll like spells from a wizard's barge. Alien tech or arcane delight, Some kind of future cloaked in light. But here in Wharf, time stands still, And the past leaks oil at the base of the fill. [Chorus] It’s the last gas station, watchin' them pass, Like dreams of pistons trapped under glass. Once fed Mustangs, once fed flame, Now it's a relic with no name. A shrine to fuel, a fossil myth, In a world that runs on smoke and glyphs. [Bridge] Some say Devouring Earth cursed the land, Some say Rikti tech just got outta hand. Some just laugh, say "It’s just the lore," While the station rusts near the ocean shore. No receipts, no fumes, no tire tracks, No reason for the pumps or jacks. But the lights still blink at 3 a.m., Like it’s waitin’ for one last mayhem. [Final Chorus] It’s the last gas station in Paragon zone, The grave of gears and motor moans. Kallisti Wharf, cold and still, While magic cars climb every hill. No one stops, no one fuels— Just ghostly autos and post-tech rules. [Outro] So if you drive through the Wharf one day, And see a light where shadows play— Tip your hat and drive on past, The future don’t run on things like gas.
