No One Leaves This Room Sick

Who's the foolish man?
 The one who bows his will
 To a sick and defeated foe
 The one who fights Step from the crowd of the dying
 From the shadows
 Sickness, and panic, and death
 Until you rise Hell fight me
 This is the war I was made for
 Love over all
 Fight me
 In this hollow faithless, shattered reality
 I'll never fall
 Immanuel
 I am not my own
 Immanuel
 I am not alone
 Move from the slave state
 Into the moment, of youth speaking earth's fate
 The highest truth
 Though our number is small Were slowing growing, and we heed only king's call
 As he declares
 I must have, all the hopeless I hold the pure staff
 Shepard of truth
 Trust my work in you
 As you believe me, I entrust myself too And I declare
 Fight me
 Come and fight me
 To the generation I've seen in my dreams, you're the only option the dying world has
 It's no longer time for us to play church, it's time for every one of us to stand up and depend solely on the presence of the spirit of God inside.
 Kill me, smash me to the ground You'll never defeat me
 Flesh and Blood
 I Must Prophesy
 I Will Prophesy
 To the four winds
 We must Prophesy
 Immanuel
 I am not my own
 Immanuel
 I am not alone
 Immanuel!