Rise - Encephalon

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