More Than Credits

MORE THAN CREDITS [Intro] Under the city, under their throne, I learned how to make their hunger my own. Gold on the stage, smoke in the air— If the Empire comes hungry, let the Empire pay. [Verse 1] When the temple went silent, I vanished below, Where the daylight is rumor and cold engines glow. No blade at my hip, no safe name I could wear, Only hunger beside me and hunters upstairs. At the Golden Convor, I swallowed my pride, Turned a Padawan’s balance to a dancer’s stride. Then I felt every heartbeat fall into time— One touch through the Force, and their credits were mine. [Pre-Chorus 1] I told myself survival had rewritten the rules; Every officer smiling thought he’d chosen to lose. Let them kneel to the rhythm, let them empty their hands— I was done being hunted in the depths of their plans. [Chorus 1] You took my home, took the light from the halls, Now your credits rain gold every time the bass falls. I can turn your desire to a chain you can’t see— Make an offering, darling, to the woman you made me. But gold isn’t justice, and survival won’t suffice; When I rise from the Convor, you will pay the true price. I have learned how an empire discovers its debts: First I took every credit— Now I’ll take more than credits. [Verse 2] Four women sat calmly while the others went blind; One looked through the glamour and stared into mine. For the first time, my will struck a wall in the room, And the mask of the dancer gave way to the wound. After closing, an Empress appeared without guards, Set a red-lit invitation beside all my scars. “No false choice between darkness and light need remain. Come discover the Force they were frightened to name.” [Pre-Chorus 2] I told her I’d lost one war, wasn’t ready to bleed; She left credits and silence—and a dangerous seed. I had fashioned a peace in a room above the floor, But a life spent in hiding is another kind of war. [Chorus 2] You took my home, took the light from the halls; I made your credits rain gold every time the bass falls. Now I’m done with the cages, done with hiding beneath— There are names in the shadows and a promise I can keep. Gold was never justice; mere survival had a price. When I walk into Eternus, I will choose my own side. Let the Empire remember when it measures its debts: It once paid me in credits— Now it pays more than credits. [Bridge] I am not the child who waited for the door, Not the weapon of a Council, not their dancer anymore. No borrowed light above me, no darkness at command— I will learn the Force unbroken; I will choose where I stand. Fulminata, hear me coming—let the current know my name. Gold-eyed daughter of the ruins, I am stepping into flame. I was never truly fallen; I was driven underground. Now the woman they abandoned Is the reckoning they found. [Outro] Close the Convor. Kill the gold. Leave the holodisk aglow. Tonight I sleep beneath their city. Soon I rise. And soon I go. They took the Order. They bought the dance. They thought that settled every debt. Let them count their credits. I am coming for the rest.