كلمات 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