Do you know what happens when the boiler room runs cold? 

[The machines are quiet.]

The whole building grows sluggish.

[The Plaza groans.]

Down in the boiler room gather all the things that were left behind.

[It's so dark.]

Shambling forward with the legs of something newly born.

[We've been waiting for you here.]

Do you feel the pounding in your head, the pounding in your ears?

[You're meant to be here.]

Down here with the lint and the dust and the grime. Among the sound of the pipes. 

[The throbbing in your temple pulls you to ours.]

Finally you've listened / finally you've come

After so much time beating the floor beneath your feet.

[We reached through the grout.]

You can use anything you like to remake yourself.

The rust flakes. The mold patches. The unscrubbed dirt and chipped tile. Just choose one. Or several. Or many.

[Embrace being forgotten.]

Keep the boiler going [keep the boiler going].

Make yourself better suited. Make yourself at home.

[Every machine needs someone to stoke the flame.]

A final use not everyone gets. A second career. [A perpetual life.]

[As long as the rot grows, we live.] As long as the building lives, we work. [As long as things are forgotten, we thrive.]

[Welcome home.]

Welcome home.

[Welcome home.]