I'm at the Combination Grain Elevator and Quantum Computer Not this shit again, rumbling up through the ground The same industrial sound, It's 4 in the morning, I screamed in my pillow So I waltzed down the railroad to the old Hubbard Feeds at Lincoln and Willow Corroded font read Patmos Quantia Center Do Not Enter Cloaked by the night And the train's perpetual clang I wedged in the crowbar Said fuck this door, Wu-Tang Then the sledgehammer sang Inverted towers of gold Divine the unknown in the infinite cold With a piteous moan Seeking out the abyss They burned all our homes For beacons of darkness Sea of glass glowing with fire Retired since the bust of 26 like some dusty old grain So I turned it on, i can't check my email but I know where it will rain In exactly a decade, the tracks have been laid, the script is decrypted I, John, am the one Who was worthy to open the scroll 144 qubits don't add up to a soul just a future foretold Inverted towers of gold Divine the unknown in the infinite cold With a piteous moan Seeking out the abyss They burned all our homes For beacons of darkness The time is near The morning star