Pigment

Opened up once, took a look at each other, we're not the same

Never meant better or worse but that's the card these assholes play

Little towns, little minds, very all-alike,

Dime a dozen, differences are bullied

You opened up twice, your confession of hatred, we're not the same

Tell me your color's superior, that blood's not red in all veins

Double down, claim you're right, with your tiki torch hindsight

You say "white's are trusted and dark pigment's gotta leave"

And you're proud of your willingness to hate the rest,

and you'll die buried with such discontentment