[Intro]
[The typewriter motif sounds in its original descending form before pipe organ reverses it into a rising three-note declaration.]

[Verse 1]
[Narrator]
The folders cover Union Square,
The orders hang on railings there.
The names once hidden from the day
Are red through every street and state.
A judge steps out without his robe,
A clerk unlocks the archive globe.
The workers lift the broken scale;
The president prepares the jail.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Ensemble]
The machine demands the final seal,
One oath to crown the private will.
But paper kept beneath the heel
Now finds a million hands to fill.

[Instrumental Refrain]
[The crowd answers the Constitution motif without words as the stamp rhythm falters.]

[Verse 2]
[President]
The president appears at noon:
“One branch, one will, one nation’s tune.
The traitors hiding in the state
Will meet removal as their fate.”
The counsel raises signed commands,
The loyalty stamp fills his hand.

[Crowd]
Then from the front, a woman cries:
“The state is ours—you serve, not rise.”

[Chorus]
[Constitution]
When the Constitution screams,
It is paper only fools ignore.
Not a relic under glass,
But a lock upon the door.

[Post-Chorus]
[Crowd]
Every article remembers
What the crown was broken for.
When the Constitution screams,
We become the sovereign roar.

[Instrumental Break]
[Guitar, pipe organ and orchestra battle across shifting meters until the reversed three-note motif overtakes the executive march.]

[Bridge]
[Constitution]
I was written after crowns
Had pressed their subjects to the ground.
I was argued, flawed and torn,
Amended where new rights were born.
I failed the bound, excluded lives;
I changed because the people strived.
Do not worship parchment skin—
Make the promise breathe again.

[Breakdown]
[Citizens]
No oath to him.
No oath to me.
The oath is to
What all must be.
No private law.
No royal door.
No single branch
Can swallow four.

[Build-up]
[Narrator]
The judge completes his broken line.
The clerks restore the missing time.
The House must take the floor.
The stamp is raised above the crowd—
Then shattered on the marble ground.

[Final Chorus]
[Constitution]
When the Constitution screams,
Let no office kloze its door.
It is not a king’s permission;
It is what the people swore.
Every article remembers
What the crown was broken for.

[Final Post-Chorus]
[Crowd]
When the Constitution screams,
We become the sovereign roar.

[Coda]
[Citizens]
Courts and Congress must restore
Every limit, every law.
When the Constitution screams—
Answer louder than before.

[Outro]
[Narrator]
The typewriter stops.
The decree remains unsigned.
The broken stamp lies beside the restored scale.
