Carving a path through the south
Stained with confederate blood
Three hundred years of grinding meat
A fitting end beneath my fucking feet
Carving a path through the heart
Separating part from part
Its my diction, my mission
To see your Christian nation
Burn and fall at my hands
You made your choice
I'll make mine
I'll make mine
As you watch your antebellum die
To finish reconstruction
To reforge this fucking union
With your body full of lead
And a crown upon my head
