Rise Of The Last In Line

[Intro]

[crowd chant

Distant

Three-second tail]

We. Won’t. Fall

We. Won’t. Fall

We. Won’t. Fall—

[guitar riff ignites]

[Verse 1]

Busted shoes on a cracked old road

Name tag hanging by a thread

Every door slammed in my face

Every “dreamer” they left for dead

Coffee cold on the night shift break

Hands still shaking from the day

Every “no” became my fuel

Every scar a step this way

[Chorus]

This is the rise of the last in line

From the back row straight to the spotlight

I was the doubt that you pushed aside

Now I’m the shout you hear in the floodlights

Raise up your fists if you’ve heard that lie

“You’re too small

Too late

Don’t try”

This is the rise

The rise of the last in line

[Verse 2]

Old tape stuck in my beat-up car

Same four chords and a crooked grin

Sang so hard that the windows shook

Till the tremor reached my skin

They laughed loud when I missed my cue

Said

“Sit down

You’ve had your turn”

I stayed quiet

I took the hits

Turned every bruise into a burn

[Chorus]

This is the rise of the last in line

From the back row straight to the spotlight

I was the doubt that you pushed aside

Now I’m the shout you hear in the floodlights

Raise up your fists if you’ve heard that lie

“You’re too small

Too late

Don’t try”

This is the rise

The rise of the last in line

[Bridge]

[band drops

Floor toms and chant]

Hey — you

In the cheap seats

Sing

Hey — you

With the aching wings

They can cut your name from the headline

But they can’t cut you from the sky (oh)

[guitar lead climbs over held chords]

[Chorus]

This is the rise of the last in line

From the back row straight to the spotlight

I was the doubt that you pushed aside

Now I’m the shout you hear in the floodlights

Raise up your hearts

Let ’em see you shine

One by one we redraw the skyline

This is the rise

The rise of the last in line

[Outro]

[crowd chant

Distant

Three-second tail]

We. Won’t. Fall

We. Won’t. Fall

We. Won’t. Fall