Tacoma Center 1600

Tacoma Center, sixteen hundred suffer sleepless nights
 No phone calls home to families
 No reading, no Miranda rights
 A second tier of prison
 As if the first was not enough
 It seems a citizen's great promise is
 A place to stretch when they lock you up
 But either way, they are commodifying someone
 As if said someone ever could just fade away
 The dreary endless days don't pass like numbers on a page
 They sit in silence 'til they rail against the irons of their cage
 But such a casual addition
 To supplies, to chains, to flows
 Tucked between logistic systems
 A locked factory or railroad
 As billboards picture families reunited in their homes
 Buses carry unnamed inmates
 To unnamed jails on unnamed roads
 It is a euphemistic package for apartheid
 A billion dollars earned in someone else's blood
 A manufactured answer to a xenophobic question
 How to monetize the labors lost from deportation trolls
 Hundred and twenty-five dollars a bed
 Hundred and twenty-five dollars a head
 And on weekends we gathered outside of the gates
 Just to read off the names of the dead
 I must say it's a strange sense of sedition
 Just to show the hopes you hold
 Contracts the contradict's contrition
 Of soulless states, of stateless souls
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 Oh, eugenic organs
 How you beat, constrict, and breathe
 And oh, you magic markets
 Do detain, defeat, deceive
 And on the edge of this gross city
 Your mixed metaphors conceive
 Remuneration, replication, yeah
 Interminably
 Oh, eugenic organs
 How you beat, constrict and breathe
 And oh, you magic markets
 Do detain, defeat, deceive
 And on the edge of this gross city
 Your mixed metaphors conceive
 Remuneration, replication, yeah
 Interminably