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Verse 1
Conditions worsening
Bad from the beginning
Rotten food
To set the mood
As the prisoners
Of an American camp
No I will not call it
Anything else
Now on a hunger strike
Yes starving themselves
In protest of conditions
Not even fit for hell
Local protestors
Now joining their fight
Against what we all know
Is just not right
Hell even the mayor
Is right there
With them
Ending up in handcuffs
As even he, the fucking mayor
Isn't safe from the
Current madness
To happen in the land of sadness

Chorus
Immigrants
Seen as rodents
Vermin in the eyes
Of the almighty ICE
But they are still people

Yes people to me
And will also be
In the eyes of history
So right or wrong
Which side of this
Mad mad sadness
Are you on

Verse 2
A state embattled
By the madness
Caused by the madman
In our country's capital
Sick of seeing their
Fellow women and men
Being treated like
They are nothing
And being put through hell
Just because of where
They are from
And the hateful propaganda
Those on the right
Just love to sell
They have had it
Yes with all of this shit
They are done
Fighting back
For those who can't
Determined and united
They make their stand
Because they know
Immigrant or citizen
We are all still human
And human life matters

Chorus