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