Verse 1
Forty-five billion dollars on the table tonight
ICE is planning something that don't feel right
Massive warehouses stretching wide and long
Ten thousand souls where they don't belong
The blueprints drawn, the contracts signed
For detention centers of a different kind
Chorus
In these warehouse dreams, where hope runs thin
Behind concrete walls, where do we begin
Nationwide the people rise and say
This is not the American way
Warehouse dreams, built on tears and fear
Tell me how did we end up here
Verse 2
From coast to coast the resistance grows
Deadly confrontations, nobody knows
How far this plan will tear us apart
When policy forgets the human heart
Conversion plans for centers so vast
Pray that sanity returns at last
Inspired by real events. Names, details, and narrative may be fictionalized.