Axe to Grind

Could swear I've been here before (Could swear I've been here before) Déjà Vu smashed through revolving doors End game, in sight, found my way, lost my mind Rotten to the core, right on time Still swingin' my axe to grind Low lights, long nights Low lives and it's high times The present's bleak but the future is bright I'll take the cake and spit the cinnamon Then I'm swimming in synonyms, until I sin again Could swear I've been here before (Could swear I've been here before) Déjà Vu smashed through revolving doors End game, in sight, found my way, lost my mind Rotten to the core, right on time Still swingin' my axe to grind Low lights, long nights (Could swear I've been here before) Low lives, high times (Could swear I've been here before) Low lights, long nights (Could swear I've been here before) Low lives, high times (Could swear I've been here before) Déjà vu smash right through revolving doors Hear my voice, no recognition in reflection High notes trigger a lethal injection Pour my mind all on the paper, just before it's all erased Appetite for destruction and we scrape the plate Hear my voice, no recognition in reflection High notes trigger a lethal injection Pour my mind all on the paper, just before it's all erased Appetite for destruction, we scrape the plate once again (We scrape the plate once again) We scrape the plate once again Could swear I've been here before (Could swear I've been here before) Déjà Vu smashed through revolving doors End game, in sight, found my way, lost my mind Rotten to the core, right on time Still swingin' my axe to grind