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DISORDER
Solara — (9.1) NOVA

DISORDER

"Disorder"

[Verse 1]

Item one

The convergence happened

(noted)

The twins found each other

SOLARA was born

The old The One is gone

The seat changed hands

(filed)

Item two

The council is intact

Themis

Nemesis

Thanatos

Ananke

They accepted the new order

(catalogued)

They did not look happy about it

(irrelevant — they accepted it)

[Pre-Chorus]

Item three

A crew of seven

Moving through the levels

Mapping

Learning

Growing faster than expected

(threat level?)

Uncertain

(file it)

Filed

[Chorus]

Disorder

Takes inventory

Disorder

Does not move until the picture is complete

Chaos is already gone

(noted)

That is exactly why Chaos will lose

I have a list

I have a method

I have all the time I need

Because I understand the order

And what I understand

I can end

[Verse 2]

Item four

The Hollow

(the Hollow)

Is moving through the fold

Without my instruction

Without anyone’s instruction

It does not answer to Chaos

(Chaos tried)

It does not answer to me

(I know)

The Hollow answers to nothing

(then it is a variable)

A variable I cannot control

(file it as: dangerous — do not approach)

Filed

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Item five

The next convergence

Is dreaming

Somewhere below the levels

Two things are beginning

That will one day become one thing

(timeline?)

Unknown

(file it as: monitor)

Filed

[Chorus 2]

Disorder

Takes inventory

Disorder

Does not panic at unknowns

The old The One held the system

For three hundred thousand years

He understood every rule

He still lost

(because he sealed instead of ended)

Because he was tired

I am not tired

I just started

[Bridge]

SOLARA has seven

Chaos has anger and momentum

The Hollow has no master

The next convergence is still a dream

The council is watching

The old system is gone

And in the middle of all of this

There is a space

That nobody has claimed yet

A place in the new order

Between what SOLARA builds

And what The Hollow destroys

That space

Is where I will stand

I just need the right people

[Final Chorus]

Disorder

Begins selecting

Disorder

Knows exactly what each piece is for

Not the strongest

Not the angriest

Not the ones who raise their hand first

The ones who know something

That nobody else has thought to know yet

(item six)

Begin

[Outro]

I open the first page

I write nothing yet

I think for a long time

Then I write one word

(name)

The first name

Of the first crew member

Of the crew that will change

Everything

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