| Wear 10 crowns, dragons heads
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| Southern are the sons, the lords unmatched
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| Their eyes down don’t look right, should they be trusted now
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| Trash mouthed Gods, avoiding kings
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| With the spirit of revolt, (for) the ghost of the youth
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| (chorus) Every fucking year it stays the same
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| Everybody changes to suit the day
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| Out of pride I’ll isolate my fears
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| (we've) Never turned our backs on why we’re here
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| We’ll grind that axe for a long time
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| Follow close the train of fools
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| Just like them (could be) just like you
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| Their eyes don’t seem right
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| Easily impressed plague, (for) dressed up fakes
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| (I have) No respect
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| (chorus) Every fucking year remains the same
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| Everybody sucks up to suit the day
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| Out of hate I’ll isolate myself
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| Through the worst we still march into hell
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| We’ll grind that axe for a long time (x2)
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| The smell in the air is chicken shit
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| (chorus) 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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| We’ll grind that axe for a long time |