Well Grind That Axe For A Long Time Lyrics
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Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads
Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched
– Their eyes dont look right, should they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth
Every fcking year it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride Ill isolate my fears
Never turned our backs on why were here
Well grind that axe for a long time
Follow close, train of fools
Just like them, just like you
– Their eyes dont seem right.
Easily impressed plague, dressed up fake
No respect
Every fcking year remains the same
Everybody sucks-up to suit the day
Out of hate Ill isolate myself
Through the worst we still marched into hell
Well grind that axe for a long time x4
The smell in the air is chicken shit.
Well grind that axe for a long time x2
Well grind that axe
Well grind that axe for a long time
Every fcking 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
Well grind that axe for a long time