Wears

ten

crowns

Dra-

gons

heads

Sou-

thern

are

the

sons

Lords

un-

matched

Their

eyes

don’t

look

right

Should

they

be

trus

-

ted

now?

Trashed-

mouth

Gods,

a-

voi-

ded

kings

With

the

spirit

of

re-

volt

The

ghost

of

youth

Eve-

ry

fu-

cking

year

it

stays

the

same

Eve-

ry-

bo-

dy

chan

-

ges

to

suit

the

day

Out

of

pride

I'll

i-

so-

late

my

fears

Ne-

ver

turned

our

backs

on

why

we're

here

We'll

grind

that

axe

for

a

long

time

Fol-

low

close,

train

of

fools

Just

like

them,

just

like

you

Their

eyes

don't

seem

right

Ea-

si-

ly

imp-

ressed

plague,

Dres-

sed

up

fake

No

res-

pect

Eve-

ry

fu-

cking

year

re-

mains

the

same

Eve-

ry-

bo-

dy

sucks

-

up

to

suit

the

day

Out

of

hate

I'll

i

-

so-

late

my-

self

Through

the

worst

we

still

marched

in-

to

hell

We'll

grind

that

axe

for

a

long

time

We'll

grind

that

axe

for

a

long

time

And

i

see

a-

gain

We'll

grind

that

axe

for

a

long

time

And

fu-

ckin

ge-

no-

cide

We'll

grind

that

axe

for

a

long

time

The

smell

in

the

a-

ir

is

chi-

cken

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

Eve-

ry

fu-

cking

song

re-

mains

the

same

To

eve-

ry-

one

who

sucks

-

up

for

the

fame

Out

of

strength

you

know

we

speak

the

truth

Eve-

ry

trend

that

dies

is

li-

ving

proof

We'll

grind

that

axe

for

a

long

time