[Intro] [Orbital silence] The room asked me to choose a side. I asked for another chair. They called it indecision. I called it A better view. [Verse I] The Empire loves obedience. The rebellion loves belief. Both hand out matching uniforms Tailored for different speeches. I tried them on. Neither one fit. The fabric kept Changing my name. [Pre-Chorus] I don't march. I don't kneel. I don't need permission To disagree. [Chorus] Rebel without applause. No medals. No banners. No borrowed cause. If the room goes left, I'll show a finger. If the room goes right, I'll go out the door. Call it defiant.. [Laughs] I agree. [Verse II] Nearhuttia felt different Before every hallway Needed another signature. Back then, Precision had elegance. A perfect ledger. A flawless seal. A corridor where every light Knew exactly when to breathe. Order... Can be strangely beautiful. Almost enough To make even a frozen heart Begin to thaw. Then somebody built Another department To supervise the first one. The spell broke. [Dark Nova] People assume I'm impossible to impress. Not true. A perfectly organized archive... A document without mistakes... An administrator Who actually finishes a sentence... Dangerous things. [Verse III] Then there's Jebb. He doesn't ask Which side I belong to. [Disappointed] Actually.. He never asks.. He just keeps singing Like a broken orbit Still deserves another sunrise. Impressively persuasive. [Bridge] The Nearhuttias never sounded Like politicians. Just people Who had finally run out Of reasons to lie. Maybe that's why Their signal still reaches me Across dead satellites. [Final Chorus] Rebel without applause. I'll write my own report. The Empire can keep its order. The rebellion can keep its slogans. I'll keep My silence, My judgment... And perhaps One seat Beside a tired lifter Who never stopped believing There was another way. [Outro] Transmission complete. No audience required.
