[Verse 1 – Slow acoustic guitar picking, lone fiddle weeping in the background]

The world’s gone sideways, and it don’t make a lick of sense,

Courtrooms packed with lawyers fightin’ for a man to claim a woman’s rights,

While little kids are barkin’ at the neighbor’s fence like dogs turned loose at dusk,

Parents standin’ in the system, filin’ papers beggin’ “give my child animal rights.”

[Pre-Chorus – Pedal steel guitar cryin’ soft and low]

White coats hold the scalpel, carvin’ up young bodies like it’s clay,

Call it kindness while they tear God’s perfect miracle away,

Devils sittin’ pretty in their offices, wearin’ suits and power ties,

Signin’ laws that twist the truth till the innocent pay the price.

[Chorus – Full band kicks in, steel guitar and fiddle swellin’ with raw emotion]

We the People supposed to rise up tall, but the law done turned its back,

Higher-ups are laughin’ while the children lose their track,

Dark days in the heartland, tears fallin’ like the rain,

Truth cuts deeper than a knife, but we still call its name.

It don’t make no sense, Lord it don’t make no sense at all,

Devil wearin’ a three-piece suit, watchin’ the whole world fall.

[Verse 2 – Banjo riff rollin’ underneath, voice gettin’ rough with pain]

Little boys and girls get fed a steady stream of lies and pills,

Schools and judges cheer ’em on while the family home just chills,

“Change your body, kid, that’s who you really are,” they say,

Real hurt gets buried deep behind the courtroom door and bar.

We the People hollerin’ from the farms and the factory floors,

But the ink on every paper got a different set of laws,

Twistin’ Scripture, twistin’ science, twistin’ right from wrong,

Leavin’ broken mamas, daddies singin’ this sad country song.

[Bridge – Beat drops to just heartbeat kick drum and distant pedal steel]

Where did mercy run off to? Where did simple truth go hide?

Devils dancin’ in the daylight, wearin’ our own pride,

Kids still barkin’ at the gate, parents signin’ on the line,

God’s design gets shredded slow, one petition at a time.

[Chorus – Full band and harmonies explode back in, voice raw and breakin’]

We the People supposed to rise up tall, but the law done turned its back,

Higher-ups are laughin’ while the children lose their track,

Dark days in the heartland, tears fallin’ like the rain,

Truth cuts deeper than a knife, but we still call its name.

It don’t make no sense, Lord it don’t make no sense at all,

Devil wearin’ a three-piece suit, watchin’ the whole world fall.

[Outro – Slow fade with acoustic guitar and lone fiddle, voice whisperin’]

Yeah… it don’t make no sense to me,

But the song keeps playin’ through the dark,

We the People still standin’, still holdin’ to that spark…

Lord, have mercy on this broken world tonight.