(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)