Lyrics:

Long lost opinions
Of the words you can't redeem
Don't come round here and be a slave to old ideas
Scream hallelujah
If it's a thing that helps you breath
Your iron rule has often had me on my knees
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up
'Cause all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up
'Cause 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
'Cause all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up
'Cause all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
Keep on talking to yourself 'cause no one needs to hear the words you read love
Keep on talking to yourself 'cause you're gonna have to swing that axe round here
Keep on talking to yourself 'cause no one needs to hear the words you read love
Keep on talking to yourself 'cause you're gonna have to swing that axe round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up
'Cause all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here
You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up
'Cause all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here