Lyrics
It's not the same, these voices have changed
There has been a significant change in the voices, suggesting a shift in discourse.
Once was a discussion but it's now a spitting rage
What used to be a discussion has escalated into intense anger and hostility.
Bring us your tired, bring us your poor
An invitation for those in need, but with a cynical twist, as they end up at prison doors.
Just drop em off at the prison doors
Metaphorically suggesting a harsh reality for those seeking refuge.
A call to prayer, you hear a call to arms
Reference to conflicting religious calls, with a civil alarm indicating tension.
A turn to Mecca as a civil alarm
A shift towards confrontation, symbolized by turning to Mecca in the face of alarm.
Out in the fields they all fall to their knees
People in the fields kneel in prayer but also participate in destructive actions.
They sign the cross as they pull the weeds
Mixed symbolism of religious gestures and destructive behavior.
Put em up in the stables boy
Suggesting putting people in confinement or control.
Freeze em out in the snow
Imposing harsh conditions, possibly referring to oppressive measures in the snow.
We'll build a wall out of ignorance
Building barriers of ignorance and hatred, emphasizing their weight.
And hatred heavy as stone
Continuation of the construction of metaphorical walls fueled by negative emotions.
Checkpoint, check, put the curfews in place, re open up Manzanar
Implementation of strict measures, invoking historical references like Manzanar.
Let's concentrate on concentration, put 'em up in boxcars
Concentration camps and boxcars as symbols of oppression and control.
So feed your fears and put up your walls
Encouraging fear and the erection of barriers to ignore injustice.
To block your view of injustice for all
Blocking the view of societal injustice for personal comfort.
Our melting pot is now a pressure cooker, and here we come to the boil
The diverse society turns into a boiling pressure cooker, questioning motives.
You offer your sweat, your food and your culture, but where the fuck is your oil?
Questioning the sincerity of offering cultural contributions when resources are the focus.
The anger that you bury down in the dark, That fecund fertile place
Hidden anger emerges and influences actions, like a seed in fertile soil.
It pushes up through the soil of your heart, a seed married to your fate
The consequences of repressed emotions manifest and shape one's destiny.
The crack in your heart let the light turn black, the hope all turn to gloom
The cracks in one's heart lead to darkness, turning hope into despair.
What will load each empty chamber, which caliber of doom?
Uncertainty about the destructive force that will fill the void.
History is written at night
Highlighting the secretive nature of historical events, often written in darkness.
Put up your hands, give up your rights
A call to surrender rights, acknowledging a historical pattern.
History is written at night
Reiterating the idea that history is shaped during dark, hidden times.
When they come will you put up a fight?
A question posed about resistance when confronted with oppressive forces.
Put em all away
A final directive to put away people, possibly hinting at societal rejection.
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