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