I will rise
Drug me up and crucify me
I want to feel nothing but your betrayal
Nail me down and medicate
What I'd assassinate if I weren't so frail
What is another black hole
To a dead sky's stars
What is a fresh wound
To a body so full of scars
Bleed me out and purify me
I'm in need of cleansing of what I've failed
Sail me down the ocean's face
So I confront my fate in a ghost storm's gale
I will rise
I will find
Room to grow
Or a place to die
It's decay in their eyes
Widow black, withered white
I hope they see the price of deceit
Rot away in my mind
Don't look back, don't deny
We all have what you've called demons
I will rise
I will find
Room to grow
Or a place to die