On The Rise

We rose again, fierce and strong.
Thought we left? Well, you were wrong.
We'll never fall; we'll never retreat.
If you stay clean, you'll never be beat.
We're a rising force
Ready to defend;
Our weapon of choice
Is the straight edge.
True 'til death--the vow we made.
Proud and strong--I'll never be ashamed.
In our hearts the edge rings true,
But I bet I can't say the same for you.
You put us down for the path we choose,
But we'll have the last laugh,
Because you're going to lose.