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Wear 10 crowns, dragons heads
Southern are the sons, the lords unmatched
Their eyes down don't look right, should they be trusted now
Trash mouthed Gods, avoiding kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of the youth
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 the train of fools
Just like them (could be) just like you
Their eyes don't seem right
Easily impressed plague, for dressed up fakes
(I have) no respect
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 march into hell
[Repeat: x2]
We'll grind that axe for a long time
The smell in the air is chicken shit
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
Southern are the sons, the lords unmatched
Their eyes down don't look right, should they be trusted now
Trash mouthed Gods, avoiding kings
With the spirit of revolt, the ghost of the youth
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 the train of fools
Just like them (could be) just like you
Their eyes don't seem right
Easily impressed plague, for dressed up fakes
(I have) no respect
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 march into hell
[Repeat: x2]
We'll grind that axe for a long time
The smell in the air is chicken shit
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
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"Follow close the train of fools
Just like them (could be) just like you
Their eyes don't seem right
Easily impressed plague, (for) dressed up fakes
(I have) No respect"
It is about the anger felt when people become a parody of what you are and believe in when they dont even know what it is about. It is about having dedication in your beliefs when the fools are just following a trend.
Out of hate I'll isolate myself
Through the worst we still march into hell
"grudge holding type of deal" where people hate you
for the rest of there lives over some mindless kiddie
shit.Just think of the saying "bury the hatchet" and it should come to mind.
Southern are the sons, the lords unmatched
Their eyes down don't look right, should they be trusted now "and how the dark ages are the same as today THEY STILL FUCKING CONTROL US, down with the Roockenfelers DOwn with the world BANKS TAKE UR AXES ITS TIME FOR FUCKING REVOLUTION, its already happening ....greece france OPEN UR EYES UP..fucking..LIFT ur selfs GOGOGO!!!