Wears ten crowns,
dragons heads,
southern are the sons,
lords unmatched
Your eyes don't look right,
should they be trusted now?
Trashed mouth god,
avoided king,
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'll say it again
we'll grind that axe for a long time
and I'll fucking get to 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
