Rise

I'm defensive never questioned
I commit to no direction
I won't break down into weakness
IF IT FEELS GOOD, IT'S A SICKNESS
I won't give up until the blood soaks my fingers
I recognize that the difference is my spirit
Rise up in the fold -- I'm saved
The reflection in the mirror
Is the vision any clearer
Though it may seem that I'm angry
Your reaction is what makes me
I won't give up until the blood soaks my fingers
I recognize that the difference is my spirit
Rise up in the fold -- I'm saved