Wears 10 crowns, dragons heads
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Southern are the sons, Lords unmatched
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- Their eyes donĄŻt look right, should they be trusted now?
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Trashed-mouth Gods, avoided kings
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With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of youth
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(Chorus)
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Every fucking year it stays the same
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Everybody changes to suit the day
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Out of pride IĄŻll isolate my fears
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Never turned our backs on why weĄŻre here
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WeĄŻll grind that axe for a long time
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Follow close, train of fools
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Just like them, just like you
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- Their eyes donĄŻt seem right.
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ĄŽEasily impressedĄŻ plague, dressed up fake
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No respect
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(Chorus)
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Every fucking year remains the same
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Everybody sucks-up to suit the day
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Out of hate IĄŻll isolate myself
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Through the worst we still marched into hell
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WeĄŻll grind that axe for a long time (x4)
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The smell in the air is chicken shit.
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WeĄŻll grind that axe for a long time (x2)
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We'll grind that axe
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We'll grind that axe for a long time
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(Chorus)
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Every fucking song remains the same
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To everyone who sucks-up for the fame
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Out of strength you know we speak the truth
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Every trend that dies is living proof
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WeĄŻll grind that axe for a long time
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We'll Grind That Axe For A Long Time
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| Pantera |
