[Intro] [TANGENT] History hour. [DOGS] Providence again? [GLITCH] Philosophy. [DOGS] Worse. [DEATH] CVA had rules. [TANGENT] And order. [DEATH] Therefore? [ALL] ONE! TWO! ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR! [Verse 1 — TANGENT] Look how long the system lasted. Look how orderly the gates. Standings handed down from somewhere, Friends and enemies in place. Build your towers. Join the channels. Share defence and pay the rent. Then the Holders lose the region. Suddenly— disorder. [DOGS] Strong argument. [GLITCH] Incomplete. [TANGENT] Does endurance prove consent? Does a structure become righteous Just because it doesn't bend? [Pre-Chorus] [GLITCH] LASTING ISN'T LEGITIMATE! [DEATH] ORDER ISN'T CONSENT! [DOGS] But if everything's on fire— [TANGENT] ASK WHO BUILT THE FENCE! [Chorus] [ALL] MESSY IS NOT BROKEN! [GANG] NOT BROKEN! ORDER IS NOT CONSENT! KEEP YOUR PERFECT SYSTEM IF THE PRICE IS “OBEY OR GET!” WE ORGANISE! WE ARGUE! WE WALK OUT AND COME BACK IN! NO THRONE REQUIRED FOR THE FUCKING THING TO LIVE! [Verse 2 — GLITCH] Let's examine “choice.” You may obey. Or you may leave. Two available selections Do not automatically mean free. Pay the ransom. Or get shot. Technically a choice as well. Power writes the available options, Then congratulates itself. Want protection? Take our standings. Want a home? Take our war. [DOGS] Or leave. [GLITCH] Exactly. [DOGS] Still two choices. [GLITCH] So does a gun. [DEATH] There. [Chorus] [ALL] MESSY IS NOT BROKEN! [GANG] NOT BROKEN! ORDER IS NOT CONSENT! A THOUSAND YEARS OF LOCKED DOORS DOESN'T MAKE THE LOCK CORRECT! WE COOPERATE! WE DISAGREE! WE DON'T HAVE TO THINK AS ONE! NO THRONE REQUIRED TO GET A FUCKING THING DONE! [Verse 3 — DOGS] Right. Suppose the rules are useful? Keep the traders on the road, Keep the channels functioning, Keep some idiot off your load. [GLITCH] Rules can be useful. [DOGS] Thank you. [GLITCH] That doesn't settle who controls them. [DOGS] Fuck. [TANGENT] Organisation isn't sovereignty. [DEATH] Coordination isn't rule. [DOGS] Keep the useful pieces— [GLITCH] Without worshipping the tool. [Verse 4 — DEATH] What if freedom simply fails? Free Providence didn't last. CVA endured for years. There. Apparently the case is closed. [TANGENT] Duration is evidence. [DEATH] Of duration. A prison can survive for centuries. Still a prison. Maybe success isn't permanence. Maybe that's the trick: Build a thing, keep it breathing, then mistake survival for legitimacy. What if what survives is people who no longer need the head? Cut the legs— still crawling. Cut the head— still talking. [DOGS] Disturbing. [DEATH] Good. [Break — stripped] [TANGENT] Then Jade says: “We are born to fight. All of us.” Every breath against decay. Every life against extinction. “Show me a man of peace and I will show you a liar.” [brief silence] [DOGS] Fuck. [DEATH] Keep reading. [TANGENT] Revan enters. [DOGS] Oh no. [GLITCH] Somebody praised Jade. [DEATH] Too enthusiastically. [TANGENT] Acid baths. Faces made into Minmatar drums. And complaints about another corporation's ticker “invading my lover's thread.” [small silence] [DOGS] Political theory has deteriorated. [GLITCH] Rapidly. [DEATH] Or proved itself. [Bridge] [TANGENT] Maybe freedom looks untidy. [GLITCH] Because people stay different. [DOGS] They argue. [DEATH] Leave. [TANGENT] Return. [GLITCH] Refuse. [DOGS] Fuck things up. [DEATH] Change their minds. [ALL] STILL MOVING. [Final Chorus] [ALL] MESSY IS NOT BROKEN! [GANG] NOT BROKEN! ORDER IS NOT CONSENT! LASTING DOESN'T MAKE YOU RIGHT! CHAOS DOESN'T MAKE US WRONG! CUT OFF THE HEAD— [GANG] STILL THINKING! CUT OFF THE LEGS— [GANG] STILL MOVING! PEOPLE LEAVE— [GANG] STILL CHANGING! NO THRONE REQUIRED TO KEEP THE FUCKING THING ALIVE! STILL MOVING! [GANG] STILL MOVING! [Outro] [DOGS] So freedom is messy. [GLITCH] Yes. [DOGS] And acid baths are— [GLITCH] No. [DEATH] Context-dependent. [GLITCH] DEATH. [DOGS] History hour concluded.
