We'll Grind That Axe For A Long Time lyrics

Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads

Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched

- Their 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

The smell in the air is chicken shit.

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