كلمات 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)