Axe To Grind - Bastille, Tyde, Rationale

Don’t come round here and be a slave to old ideas

Scream halleluiah if it’s a thing that helps you breathe

Your iron rule has often had me on my knees

You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here

You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz 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 Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here

You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here

Keep on talking to yourself cuz no one needs to hear the words you read love

Keep on talking to yourself cuz you’re gonna have to swing that axe round here

Keep on talking to yourself cuz no one needs to hear the words you read love

Keep on talking to yourself cuz you’re gonna have to swing that axe round here

You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here

You better sharpen up, you better sharpen up Cuz all you have is your axe to grind, grind, grind round here