All Gone South

How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 Just ironic as that may sound
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 You can't hide the blood It's all been let out
 Now what you're telling me is we can't rewrite the history books
 And we sure as hell can't look at our past no matter how it looks
 And our souls move so slow compared to consciousness
 So you defend a way of thinking and disregard the mess
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 Just ironic as that may sound
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 You can't hide the blood It's all been let out
 Now what I'm hearing all that you say and seeing all that you do
 As you paint with your religion like the broadest of fools
 And your smugness gets old like sand with a line
 Because color means culture every single time
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 Just ironic as that may sound
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 You can't hide the blood it's all been let out
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 Just as ironic as that may sound
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 You can't hide the blood it's all been let out
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 Just as ironic as that may sound
 How does it feel that it's all gone south?
 You can't hide the blood it's all been let out
 You can't hide the blood it's all been let out
 You can't hide the blood it's all been let out