
[Intro]
[Harpsichord, low strings and palm-muted guitar mark a precise legal cadence before the snare snaps shut.]

[Verse 1]
[Narrator]
No blade is hanging from a beam,
No crowd is packed around the scene.
The weapon waits in twelve-point type,
With numbered claims and margins white.
A partner checks the cited case,
An associate deletes a phrase.
At 3 a.m. the brief is clean;
The blade descends behind the screen.

[Chorus]
[Ensemble]
Brief by brief, the cut falls clean—
The law firm guillotine.
No blood appears upon the screen,
Just names removed where names had been.
A polished clause, a cold routine:
The law firm guillotine.

[Verse 2]
[Counsel]
“Authority” becomes the cord,
“Discretion” sharpens every word.
“Efficiency” conceals the drop,
“Emergency” can make it stop.
The counsel smiles: “The claim is sound.
We found the power, trimmed the ground.”
The client signs in black and gold;
Another office changes hold.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Narrator]
Motion filed and warning stayed,
Precedent bent, objection weighed.
No need to swing a public blade
When law can make the woond look made.

[Chorus]
[Ensemble]
Brief by brief, the cut falls clean—
The law firm guillotine.
No blood appears upon the screen,
Just names removed where names had been.
A polished clause, a cold routine:
The law firm guillotine.

[Guitar Solo]
[Neoclassical guitar races through nine-beat sequences while low strings strike clipped judicial cadences.]

[Bridge]
[Clerk]
A junior lawyer shuts the file.
Her father served there thirty miles
From any camera, court or fame,
Inspecting bridges in the rain.
She sees his office on the list,
His thirty years reduced to risk.
The doctrine fits. The facts align.
Her hand refuses the final line.

[Breakdown]
[Clerk]
She strikes one sentence.
Adds one doubt.
Leaves one door
The court can route.
A single word—
“Review”—remains.
A grain of law
Inside the chains.

[Final Chorus]
[Citizens]
Brief by brief, the blade looked clean—
The law firm guillotine.
But one retained and living seam
Can split the order from the scheme.
No clause is fate, no court a screen;
Jam the law firm guillotine.

[Outro]
[Narrator]
The partner finds the altered line.
He circles it in furious red.
Across the city, before dawn,
A judge receives the filed complaint.
