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 sicknessI 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 savedThe reflection in the mirror

Is the vision any clearer

Though it may seem that I'm angry

Your reaction is what makes meI 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