We own the floor

(Raise up your hands) For this is our last stand (woah, woah)

(Against the grain) We'll be here 'til the end (woah, woah)

This city is burning

Has been for weeks

Under the darkened skies and trampling feet

We march the torch to the deafening beat

Of war drums and voice of a deity

Look far beneath

There's something more that keeps us holding on

Keeps us holding on

(Raise up your hands) For this is our last stand (woah, woah)

(Against the grain) We'll be here 'til the end (woah, woah)

(You say you do)

But do you even listen to a fucking second?

You say you do, but will never make amends

Or try to make sense

Stepping through your industries

We've stolen imposition that we will hold most dear

And when the aftermath of our destructive trail is far behind we'll just keep

Moving on

(Raise up your hands for this is our last stand)

(Against the grain we'll be here 'til the end)

(Raise up your hands) for this is our last stand (woah, woah)

(Against the grain) we'll be here 'til the end (woah, woah)

(We own the floor)