Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads
Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched
- Their eyes donât look right, should they be trusted now?
Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth
(Chorus)
Every fucking year it stays the same
Everybody changes to suit the day
Out of pride Iâll isolate my fears
Never turned our backs on why weâre here
Weâll grind that axe for a long time
Follow close, train of fools
Just like them, just like you
- Their eyes donât seem right.
âEasily impressedâ plague, dressed up fake
No respect
(Chorus)
Every fucking year remains the same
Everybody sucks-up to suit the day
Out of hate Iâll isolate myself
Through the worst we still marched into hell
Weâll grind that axe for a long time (x4)
The smell in the air is chicken shit.
Weâll grind that axe for a long time (x2)
We'll grind that axe
We'll grind that axe for a long time
(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
Weâll grind that axe for a long time
