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