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Bent out of shape, he stepped to the side. His anger lost focus and his focus lost pride. Cos the world he had knownand the boy he had been had vanished with the past and left him hollow within. See, he'd been searching for identity, apunk in his youth. An outcast from society just looking for truth. He wanted the unity. He hungered for clarity. Heneeded the answers so fucking band that he believed them when they said: The straight edge will tell you why. The straight edge will never die. Just wait and see, the straight edge will set you free. The unity outweighed the relevance of ideals. Integrits importance up against the appeal of social acceptance in drugfree resistance and the never so united side by sided, pointed fingered singalongs. But he couldn't get the ideals to match and the unity was just out on loan. You see the edges aren't straight fromscratch and thats why you gotta make your own. Cos if you think the edge will set you free, you've got another thingcoming. The edge won't set you free, you better get yourself a life! From Letras Mania