[Intro] (Low, deep cello drone) (Slow, rhythmic war drums building up) (Whispers echoing: "We the People...") [Verse 1] The parchment is yellow, the glass is too thick The clock on the wall has a deafening tick We trace all the lines where the fathers once signed But the words seem to change in the back of our mind Statues are silent, they don't say a word About lines in the sand that are getting blurred [Pre-Chorus] (Violins rising, tension building) Is it written in stone? Or written in dust? Is it iron and steel? Or is it just rust? The gavel comes down with a crack like a gun But nobody knows exactly what’s done... [Chorus] (Explosive, loud, full orchestra) Oh, this is the New United States Where the lock has changed upon the gates We’re reading the book but the pages are torn In the eye of the storm, a new world is born What is the law? Does anyone know? Watching the cracks start to grow... [Verse 2] (Music drops to a tense, quiet bass line) Used to be simple, black and on white Now it’s a shadow that moves in the night We argue the meaning of sentence and clause While the world spins around without any pause Am I standing on ground that is legal and free? Or is the ground crumbling right under me? [Bridge] (Choir chanting in background: "Justice... Justice...") (Lead vocals powerful and gritty) The ink is fading! The rules are trading! We’re navigating in the dark! (Drum roll build up) Who holds the pen? Who draws the mark? [Guitar Solo] (Soaring, emotional, electric guitar with heavy reverb) [Chorus] (Grand finale, maximum volume) Oh, this is the New United States Where the lock has changed upon the gates We’re reading the book but the pages are torn In the eye of the storm, a new world is born What is the law? Does anyone know? Watching the cracks start to grow... [Outro] (Music fades to a single piano note) (Softly spoken) We hold these truths... But the truth moves... (Silence)
