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