Texty: Days In December. The Final Stand.

So where do we go?
Nothing more than a feeling
One chance to believe it
Place your bets on the final stand
We can?t be forgiven
We can?t make a sound
So set us free as we hit the ground

In a rock and roll bar
Bury yourself in confrontation
Now it?s opened up
The blood and the damage of the fight
It?s useless waiting for this
Waiting for this now
I am not afraid
It builds on my foundation
Our preservation
In times we?ve bled

So tell me if we get through this
You know we never deserved it
We?re standing tall as we take our stand
We can?t be forgiven
We can?t make a sound
So set us free as we hit the ground

In a rock and roll bar
Bury yourself in confrontation
Now it?s opened up
The blood and the damage of the fight
It?s useless waiting for this
Waiting for this now
I am not afraid
It builds on my foundation
Our preservation
In times we?ve bled

What we take is our division (so do we wait for what, wait for what?s to come?)
What we keep is our division (so do we wait for what, wait for what?s to come?)

Now it?s opened up
The blood and the damage of the fight
It?s useless waiting for this
Waiting for this now
I am not afraid
It builds on my foundation
Our preservation
In times we?ve bled

Someday?
Tonight?
Someday?
Tonight?