Bloodbath
It’s a bloodbath
It’s a bloodbath
It’s a bloodbath

Cultural appropriation prize winner
Cut you open feast on your insides, sinner
Cultural appropriation prize winner
Cut you open feast on your insides, sinner

I am the translator
I don’t need credit
I’m making sure a broader
Audience will get your message
I don’t claim to be authentic
All I do is edit
And if I water down your missive
It’s for your protection

Oh yeah, and you:
You can ignore it
You already support it
You know these issues, you live 'em
And I'm just a cub reporter
I'm just the messenger
Taking a picture, yeah
Stealing your essence, huh?
Adapting your lesson plan
For fans of the man

'Cause they'd dismiss you out of hand
That's the dirty truth
Their prejudice assumes
That you have got some too
I can sneak it in like
Vitamins in baby food
They won't know what they're eating
If it's soft enough to chew

What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?

What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?

I am the translator
Become oppressor
My family built the gate
And I control the entrance
I can tell that this will sell
But that is too heavy
Too raw, or too blah
Or just not ready

I appreciate you
I want you to make it
And I think it’s all in
How we situate it
What if it felt safe
But just seemed dangerous?
You’ve gotta succeed first
Then push for changes

Well have you thought about
Representation?
You just being you
Could inspire the nation
I could tell your story
I know how they would take it
In the majority
We gotta relate to it

What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?

What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?

No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs, hey

No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs

No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs, and

No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs

Cultural appropriation prize winner
Cut you open feast on your insides, sinner