We'll Grind That Axe for a Long Time

Wear 10 crowns, dragons heads Southern are the sons, the lords unmatched Their eyes down don't look right, should they be trusted now Trash mouthed Gods, avoiding kings With the spirit of revolt, (for) the ghost of the youth (chorus) Every fucking year it stays the same Everybody changes to suit the day Out of pride I'll isolate my fears (we've) Never turned our backs on why we're here We'll grind that axe for a long time Follow close the train of fools Just like them (could be) just like you Their eyes don't seem right Easily impressed plague, (for) dressed up fakes (I have) No respect (chorus) 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 march into hell We'll grind that axe for a long time (x2) The smell in the air is chicken shit (chorus) 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