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This is a song I wrote on my patio after burning some old letters, thinking about how much I'd waded through in my inner wildernesses to bring me to how I stand in myself today.
This is a song I wrote on my patio after burning some old letters, thinking about how much I'd waded through in my inner wildernesses to bring me to how I stand in myself today.
All your bluster, all your blame, now it's you who says they've rigged the game
all of your brokeness was wrought by your claim that you knew best, as has always been-
The blood from on-line battle is the only way you know your worth
Now you look around at all that you've put down
the darker skin, the feminie
have a taller shadow leaning in
to what they built and brought from another land, you could never have a hand in
it's the last stand of the angry white man...
Evrything that you don't own, makes your anger and arrogance grow
that girl you didn't get in high school, she's now the c-word to you
that job some immigrant took away from you...
Yeah it's all their fault and you'll show them all, meanwhile the other shadow grows taller
and this world you're living in just grows smaller-
it's the last stand of the angry white man
God help your better angels come to you soon
, cuz don't you know your deal with the devil will hurt even you...