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