We'll Grind That Axe for a Long Time

Wears ten crowns

Dragons heads

Southern are the sons

Lords unmatched

(Your eyes don't look right)

(Should they be trusted now?)

Trashed-mouth Gods

Avoided kings

With the spirit of revolt

The ghost of youth

Every fucking year it stays the same

Everybody changes to suit the day

Out of pride I'll isolate my fears

Never turned our backs on why we're here

We'll grind that axe for a long time

Follow close

Train of fools

Just like them

Just like you

(Their eyes don't seem right)

Easily impressed plague

Dressed up fake

No respect

Every fucking year remains the same

Everybody sucks up to suit the day

Out of hate I'll isolate myself

Through the worst we still marched into hell

We'll grind that axe for a long time

We'll grind that axe for a long time

(And I said... yeah)

We'll grind that axe for a long time

(And a-fuckin'-gain I'll say...)

We'll grind that axe for a long time

(The smell in the air is chicken shit)

We'll grind that axe for a long time

We'll grind that axe for a long time

We'll grind that axe

We'll grind that axe

We'll grind that axe for a long time

Every fucking song remains the same

To everyone who sucks up for the fame

Out of strength you know we speak the truth

Every trend that dies is living proof

We'll grind that axe for a long time