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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