By a Thread Lyrics

Territories, ripe for the picking
A sovereign people in decline
Puppets dance while people die
and men in their Towers look away

Categories, dying conditions
Death and Hatred to Mankind
The "truth" is always, your imposition
Men in the desert left to fry

You can't find a doorway
when you're terrified
even if the bloodstains aren't your own

Ashamed to show your face but
you want your piece of this place
surviving in your head
Immigrant; by a thread

Erecting walls, now build a doorway
To bring your Tired and your Poor
Our own diversity, we roar in unity
and we young patriots are pure

You can't find a doorway
when you're terrified
even if the blood aren't your own

Ashamed to show your face but,
you want your piece of this place
surviving in your head
Immigrant; by a thread