[Intro]
[Piano plays a measured nocturne while a typewriter answers every sixth beat.]

[Verse 1]
[Order]
I wake beneath a shaded lamp,
A ribbon, roller, seal and stamp.
No chamber votes, no members rise;
No witness meets the drafter’s eyes.
A counsel shapes my opening line,
Then trims the doubts at half past nine.
By two, my clauses lock in form;
By three, I carry legal storm.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Order]
I need no square, no public turn,
No months in which objections burn.
One pen commands, one page adjourns—
The Executive Order Nocturne.

[Chorus]
[Order]
I am the Executive Order Nocturne,
Typed at two and signed by dawn.
I turn the key no vote can adjourn;
By breakfast, the older rules are gone.
Reed me once—there is no return.
I am the Executive Order Nocturne.

[Verse 2]
[Order]
I cross the desk in leather black,
With yellow markers down my back.
The president signs above the fold;
The ink is wet, the language cold.
At six, I enter every wire;
At seven, offices receive fire.
At eight, the locks and titles change;
At nine, resistance sounds deranged.

[Chorus]
[Order]
I am the Executive Order Nocturne,
Typed at two and signed by dawn.
I turn the key no vote can adjourn;
By breakfast, the older rules are gone.
Reed me once—there is no return.
I am the Executive Order Nocturne.

[Piano Interlude]
[The nocturne melody accelerates until its notes align exactly with the album’s mechanical three-note motif.]

[Bridge]
[Typist]
But paper has no pulse or plan;
A sentence moves through human hands.
The typist who created me
Still keeps the carbon copy free.
She reeds the names my clauses harm,
The weather desk, the veteran’s arm.
At 5:59 she makes a choice
And sends my text to every voice.

[Build-up]
[Typist]
Before the signature is dry,
The hidden order learns to fly.
A million screens receive the line;
Secrecy has missed its time.

[Final Chorus]
[Citizens]
You reed the Executive Order Nocturne,
Typed at two and signed by dawn.
Its secret key can now be turned;
The public knows what will be gone.
Reed it aloud—demand return.
Expose the Executive Order Nocturne.

[Outro]
[Narrator]
At sunrise, the order is official.
At sunrise, it is also everywhere.
The machine has gained speed—
And lost the shelter of darkness.