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 *** 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 *** 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 *** get, I say We'll guard that axe for a long time Ah, the smell in the air is chicken *** 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 *** 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