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Official Lyrics: Alligator Alcatraz American Auschwitz (Reprise)

[Verse]
Alligator Alcatraz is The American Auschwitz,
They built it in the swamp, 
Where the cypress weeps,
Where the bones of old rebellions, 
Rot beneath crocodile teeth,
A prison by name, but we know what it is,
An oubliette for the unwanted,
A graveyard that never buries,

They call it “justice,”
But justice doesn’t scream,
Through 23-hour lock-downs,
Or shiver in solitary sleep,
Where the rats sing lullabies, 
To madness & grief,

[Hook]
But, this is not a prison,
It's a modern-day plantation,
The assembly-line of human decay,
A place where pain is profit,
And brown skin is the currency,

[Chorus]
Alligator Alcatraz,
Where they feed the system's greed,
Not with flesh,
But with futures,
Of boys turned into bar-codes,
Names lost in the numbers,
Where souls are made into statistics,

You smell it, don’t you?,
That institutional rot?,
It smells like Tuskegee’s ghost,
Like iron shackles soaked in sweat,
Like Jim Crow Era's corporate rebrand,
Within a gender reveal,
All while meticulously labeled,
In bureaucratic ink,

[Bridge]
American Auschwitz,
Not in scale, but in spirit yet,
Because the real Auschwitz,
I guess was just a proof-of-concept,
For the American One,
Not a gas chamber,
But slow suffocation,
In a cruel death none-the-less,
Not genocide in a flash,
But erasure in Klarna monthly installments,
Not called war crimes,
Against humanity,
But legal ones,
In this insanity!,

[Verse]
And we,
We are taught to look away,
To call them monsters,
Whilst never asking,
Who made the cage,
& wrote the script,
& who profits from all their pain?,

But I will not look away,
We will not look away,
We bear witness,
We cry out,
& We demand,

Close it down!,
Tear it out from the root!,
Build gardens from its ashes!,
& Remember all the names,
Being erased by all these Fascists!,

Because silence is complicity,
And we will not stand for complicity!,

[Hook]
But, this is not a prison,
It's a modern-day plantation,
The assembly-line of human decay,
A place where pain is profit,
And brown skin is the currency,

[Chorus]
Alligator Alcatraz,
Where they feed the system's greed,
Not with flesh,
But with futures,
Of boys turned into bar-codes,
Names lost in the numbers,
Where souls are made into statistics,

You smell it, don’t you?,
That institutional rot?,
It smells like Tuskegee’s ghost,
Like iron shackles soaked in sweat,
Like Jim Crow Era's corporate rebrand,
Within a gender reveal,
All while meticulously labeled,
In bureaucratic ink,

[Bridge]
American Auschwitz,
Not in scale, but in spirit yet,
Because the real Auschwitz,
I guess was just a proof-of-concept,
For the American One,
Not a gas chamber,
But slow suffocation,
In a cruel death none-the-less,
Not genocide in a flash,
But erasure in Klarna monthly installments,
Not called war crimes,
Against humanity,
But legal ones,
In this insanity!,

[Verse]
So, I guess we're here,
All at the end,
& I wish I could vomit,
In response to all this sin,
A rabbit & a rabbi, all in one,
A teacher, a healer, a messenger,
With a warning of the outcome,
Whose time is nearly done,
I showed you the way,
I showed you the path,
Now, It's up to you to fight, 
When the time comes.

Warp Drive Hearts

Alligator Alcatraz American Auschwitz (Reprise)

“Empty Promises” by Saints No More is a raw and heavy reflection on self-deception, regret, and the search for truth after everything else has burned away. It’s not just about betrayal from others—it’s about facing the lies we tell ourselves and the damage they leave behind.

The verses hit with grit and vulnerability: worth measured in scars, truth cutting like nails, and promises reduced to ashes. The chorus digs deep into the aftermath—haunted thoughts, wounded pride, and the struggle to keep moving forward without collapsing under the weight of it all.

By the second verse, the song strips away illusions completely: “The anchor that kept me stable has long since rusted away.” It’s a stark admission that nothing lasts when it’s built on lies. What remains is only truth—harsh, painful, but real.

Musically, “Empty Promises” carries Saints No More’s signature power: moody verses that simmer with tension before erupting into anthemic choruses. Heavy riffs, crushing rhythm, and a delivery soaked in grit make this track both personal and universal.

This is a song for anyone who’s looked their past in the eye and chosen honesty over illusion—even when the truth hurts more than the lies ever did.

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