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
  
   (Chorus)
   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
  
   (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 marched into hell
   We?ll grind that axe for a long time (x4)
   The smell in the air is chicken shit.
  
   We?ll 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
   We?ll grind that axe for a long time