Lyrics Axe To Grind - Bastille, Tyde, Rationale

Axe To Grind

Don’t come round here and be a slave to old ideas
Scream halleluiah if it’s a thing that helps you breathe
Your iron rule has often had me on my knees
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
Breaking the silence like I’m bursting at the seams
So many stifled thoughts and long forgotten dreams
Scream hallelujah, I can almost taste reprieve
Your iron rule has often had me on my knees
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
Keep on talking to yourself cuz no one needs to hear the words you read love
Keep on talking to yourself cuz you’re gonna have to swing that axe round here
Keep on talking to yourself cuz no one needs to hear the words you read love
Keep on talking to yourself cuz you’re gonna have to swing that axe round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here