I woke up in a cave
Surrounded by broken skulls and pine needles
I saw strange electronic equipment stacked against one wall
The technology obviously highly advanced
But each piece was scratched by rust and decayed by time
A shaft of sunlight stabbed through a hole in the ceiling
But it would not reflect against the dull, grey metal
The craftmanship it took to make these machines was apparent
Imagination combined with a supernatural understanding of science
And then the neglected fruit went unused underground
Until I came along