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.