Constitution In the Swamp
They call it “processing,” call it “keeping things clean,”But I hear the hush where the truth should scream,
[Verse 1]
They gave it a nickname like a roadside show,
Like a postcard stop where the families go,
But there ain’t no rides—just razor wire hymns,
And the lights don’t turn off… they just stare through skin.
They call it “processing,” call it “keeping things clean,”
But I hear the hush where the truth should scream,
And the words get softer the cruel gets loud…
That’s how a country forgets what it vowed.
If you dress up a cage in a carnival grin,
You can sell the sin like it’s discipline…
But God don’t blink, and the night don’t lie—
You can hear the prayer in a swallowed cry.
There’s a Constitution in the swamp tonight,
Drowning in the dark under floodlight white,
And freedom’s just a rumor behind chain-link vows,
While we pay for the silence and we call it “law.”
If due process dies where the outsiders stand,
It won’t stay buried in that no-man’s land—
‘Cause a cage is a cage when it’s built in our name…
And the devil loves paperwork signed without shame.
Toilets overflow where the children sleep,
Water counted out like a bargain cheap,
Bugs like witnesses, swarming the air,
Cameras on the bodies like nobody cares.
And the showers ain’t private, the doors ain’t real,
Just the slow humiliation nobody heals,
It wasn’t a mistake—don’t call it that—
It was a choice made calm in a business hat.
And every “emergency” builds a throne,
With no-bid bricks and a dial tone…
They cut off the lawyer, they cut off the light,
And tell you “don’t worry”—but they’re building more tonight.
There’s a Constitution in the swamp tonight,
Drowning in the dark under floodlight white,
And freedom’s just a rumor behind chain-link vows,
While we pay for the silence and we call it “law.”
If due process dies where the outsiders stand,
It won’t stay buried in that no-man’s land—
‘Cause a cage is a cage when it’s built in our name…
And the devil loves paperwork signed without shame.
They say it starts with “them,” the faceless and poor,
The ones you can lose behind a locked back door…
But history’s a shadow with a hungry mouth—
It don’t stop at the border, it don’t stay down south.
Two-by-two in the blistering heat,
Shackled prayer on burning feet,
Twenty-four hours with the sky as a wall—
Tell me, America… who do you call?
There’s a Constitution in the swamp tonight,
And it’s begging for a backbone, begging for a fight,
‘Cause if we normalize the disappearing of the weak,
We’ll be next in line when we dare to speak.
Shut it down—let the daylight in,
Bring back the law where the law’s been thin—
‘Cause a nation don’t fall with a flag in flames…
It falls real quiet… while we look away.
Mm… don’t look away.