We'll Grind That Axe For A Long Time Songtext / Lyric

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