American Cannibals
Posted: February 15th, 2026, 2:22 am
American Cannibals
America, your doors are closed
You live in gated garrisons
Where love is a dying rose
Which once bloomed on Ellis Island
But hasn’t been seen since armies of salvation
Marched in Europe
When foreign tongues were welcome
From Brooklyn to New Orleans
With Russian émigrés gathered in tea houses
To find home in this faraway land
But America has become a madhouse
Where the mad are kept in
And the sane are sent back
So we tell each other we’re not crazy
And it is the rest of the world
But we turn on our own people
Like cannibals
America, your doors are closed
You live in gated garrisons
Where love is a dying rose
Which once bloomed on Ellis Island
But hasn’t been seen since armies of salvation
Marched in Europe
When foreign tongues were welcome
From Brooklyn to New Orleans
With Russian émigrés gathered in tea houses
To find home in this faraway land
But America has become a madhouse
Where the mad are kept in
And the sane are sent back
So we tell each other we’re not crazy
And it is the rest of the world
But we turn on our own people
Like cannibals