Wasted crowds, tragic tears Son of a sons, lords of mess Your eyes don't look right, shouldn't they be trusting now Dreadful God, avoiding king Spirit of revolt, the ghost of you Every fucking year it stays the same Everybody thinks it's a sympathy Out of pride I isolate my fears Never turn our backs on why we're here We'll guard that axe for a long time Follow crowds, train of fools Just like them, just like you Their eyes don't seem right Easily impressed slave Dressed to fake, no respect Every fucking year it stays the same Everybody thinks it's a sympathy Out of pride I isolate myself Otherwise we're still boxed into hell We'll guard that axe for a long time And I say again We'll guard that axe for a long time And I fucking get, I say We'll guard that axe for a long time Ah, the smell in the air is chicken shit We'll guard that axe for a long time We'll guard that axe for a long time We'll guard that axe, we'll guard that axe We'll guard that axe for a long time Every fucking song remains the same To everyone who sucks up all of our fame Out of faith you know we speak the truth If a tribe that dies is living proof We'll guard that axe for a long time