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Out Of Many, One
by B A M LXIX

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Concept Design: Dave Pike
Produced by: Dave Pike
Lyrics by: Dave Pike
Music and Singing by: SUNO AI

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stone halls whisper truths that can’t be bought,
Robe-clad guardians weighing more than just what’s taught.
Every oath they swear is a fortress made of light,
Holding back the tidal pull where wrong masquerades as right.

[Pre-Chorus]
No crown to bow to, no tyrant to obey,
Just the pulse of justice cutting through the gray.

[Chorus]
Out of many, one — the gavel strikes like thunder,
A chorus forged of countless voices pulling us from under.
Out of many, one — the balance must be kept,
The scales hold every whispered truth, every tear we’ve ever wept.

[Verse 2]
They stand untouched by power’s velvet grin,
A firewall built for when ambition turns to sin.
From quiet chambers comes the courage nations need —
Integrity’s a compass when the mighty learn to plead.

[Pre-Chorus]
No spotlight needed, no banners in the sky,
Just steady hands deciding when the facts are telling lies.

[Chorus]
Out of many, one — when the storm begins to rise,
The courts hold steady, cutting lightning from the lies.
Out of many, one — when the fractures start to run,
They bind the Constitution like tendons to the bone.

[Bridge] (big, soaring, maybe a choir here)
Impartial, independent,
Not a servant to a throne…
The truth must stand resplendent,
Or the law will die alone.
Let no shadow, no persuasion,
Tilt the balance toward the few —
For the robe is just a symbol…
But the trust is born of you.

[Solo / Breakdown]
Metallic beats echo like gears of the republic turning,
Each ruling a spark in the engine of truth burning.

[Final Chorus]
Out of many, one — the anthem of the bench,
Guardians of the line no tyrant’s hand can wrench.
Out of many, one — when all the walls fall through,
The courts stand firm, reminding us
What one nation means to do.

[Outro]
No kings.
No puppets.
Just the echo of a promise
Held steady by the few
For the freedom of the many.

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B A M LXIX IPI# 00855309227

Dave Pike IPI# 00855309129

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