[Intro]
[Pipe organ and pizzicato cellos perform a delicate waltz while a pen taps three times against a glass table.]

[Verse 1]
The lawyers entered two by two,
With folders bound in corporate blue.
They shut the blinds, they poured the tea,
Then placed the summons next to me.
One praised caution, one praised sleep,
One praised promises we keep.
The oldest smiled across his tie:
“Facts are costly, Mister Reed. Ask why.”

[Pre-Chorus]
He turned each page with tender care,
As though a child were sleeping there.
“Truth may stand,” he softly said,
“Provided no one leaves it fed.”

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, under lawsuit lullaby,
Cut the noun, trim the verb, let the headline die.
Hush, hush, let the affidavit croon,
Truth can wait till the next fiscal moon.
Sign here, dear, where the brave words lie,
And sleep beneath the lawsuit lullaby.

[Verse 2]
They showed the cost of one defense,
A staircase built of dollars, cents.
Expert fees and venue games,
Years of motions, missing names.
“We do not say your work is wrong.
We say surviving may take long.
The plaintiff need not prove his case—
He only needs to set the pace.”

[Pre-Chorus]
The youngest lawyer closed the file,
Practiced pity in her smile.
“Keep your pension, keep your chair.
Change ‘corruption’ to ‘affair.’”

[Chorus]
Sleep, sleep, under lawsuit lullaby,
Cut the noun, trim the verb, let the headline die.
Hush, hush, let the affidavit croon,
Truth can wait till the next fiscal moon.
Sign here, dear, where the brave words lie,
And sleep beneath the lawsuit lullaby.

[Interlude]
[The legal chorus hums the ON AIR motif while harpsichord-like organ notes descend beneath bowed low strings.]

[Bridge]
You call it care; I call it rent
Collected from the discontent.
You call it risk; I call it rule
By those who make the courts their tool.
A truthful line can still be drowned
When money keeps it underground.

[Break]
[Legal Chorus]
No prison bar. No bloody glove.
Just invoices piled above.
No censor’s seal. No midnight spy.
Just sign—and sing the lullaby.

[Final Chorus]
Wake, wake from the lawsuit lullaby,
Keep the noun, strike the fear, let the warning fly.
Speak, speak while the affidavits bloom,
Truth grows teeth in a conference room.
I will not sign where the brave words lie,
I will not sleep to your lawsuit lullaby.

[Outro]
The teacup cooled, the pens withdrew,
The corporate folders stayed in blue.
I left one signature line bare—
My name was safer absent there.