Burn the Crossroads
She lit a cigarette off the altar flame, grinning like sin in a Sunday dress
Tied her sins in a braid with teeth, muttered “God can clean up this mess”
She walked like thunder with a scar for each vow, baptized in gasoline
Said, “I pissed on the rules, let the devil preen”
Crossroads cracked beneath her boots, something ancient howled below
Baptists locked their doors, but she already fucked their ghosts in the snow
She carved a title they won’t pronounce into the steeple wall
And laughed as the stained glass started to crawl
Burn the crossroads, let the preacher choke
There’s fire in her shadow and a truth that broke
She’s a hymn rewritten with claws and spit
Burn the crossroads, she was born to split
Every prayer she spit came back with knives
She danced on graves and dared them to rise
A whisper in the pews, a grin in the gallows
She turned every “amen” into something shallow
No savior waits when the whore knows your name
And hell makes house calls when you play that game
Burn the crossroads, let the preacher choke
There’s fire in her shadow and a truth that broke
She’s a hymn rewritten with claws and spit
Burn the crossroads, she was born to split
She didn’t sell her soul—she made the terms
And now the angels flinch when her name burns.
She lit a cigarette off the altar flame, grinning like sin in a Sunday dress
Tied her sins in a braid with teeth, muttered “God can clean up this mess”
She walked like thunder with a scar for each vow, baptized in gasoline
Said, “I pissed on the rules, let the devil preen”
Crossroads cracked beneath her boots, something ancient howled below
Baptists locked their doors, but she already fucked their ghosts in the snow
She carved a title they won’t pronounce into the steeple wall
And laughed as the stained glass started to crawl
Burn the crossroads, let the preacher choke
There’s fire in her shadow and a truth that broke
She’s a hymn rewritten with claws and spit
Burn the crossroads, she was born to split
Every prayer she spit came back with knives
She danced on graves and dared them to rise
A whisper in the pews, a grin in the gallows
She turned every “amen” into something shallow
No savior waits when the whore knows your name
And hell makes house calls when you play that game
Burn the crossroads, let the preacher choke
There’s fire in her shadow and a truth that broke
She’s a hymn rewritten with claws and spit
Burn the crossroads, she was born to split
She didn’t sell her soul—she made the terms
And now the angels flinch when her name burns.