1. Gang Signs

I will bleed for the One who gave everything for me. Watch and wait. Read up! You’re gonna die for that Man whose blood is on my hands. So fess up His name. And be bled dry. As you can see the new generation of gang signs. Beware of simple flattery. They will hand you over in chains. Those who serve and protect just protecting their own best interest. As they serve you up to the flames. But I’ve got one eye to the sky. I see just One Man in the distance. So step up and feel my resistance. Even if we all die. Time is on my side... Time is on my side... Time is on my side. I laugh inside as they fight Him. Prepare to run I can’t spell it out plainly. Aww, you’re befriending the system. And you’re gonna get paid. And love grows cold as the sick ones hate you. Never realizing they’re the ones getting played. Read the signs of the end of this age. As man makes plans. The flood comes quickly. Our history’s bathed in blood but let’s become a copycat culture war. As this Sunday school mind takes the place of the Kingdom. And I’m done with this abomination. Desolation. The vultures, vultures circling. And the world will mourn as we flee. I see it’s over. Time is on my side.

 

 

2. 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 we’re slowing growing, and we heed only king’s call. As he declares: I must have, all the hopeless. I hold the pure staff. Shepherd of truth. Trust my work in you. As you believe me, I entrust myself too. And I declare. Fight me. Fight me. Fight me. Come and fight me. To the generation I’ve seen in my dreams: you’re the only option the dying world has. And it’s no longer the time for us to play church, it’s time for every one of us to stand up and depend solely on the presence 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!

 

3. Sons of Thunder

"You have heard that it was said, ’Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’ But I tell you, Do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two. Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you. You have heard that it was said, ’Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven." (Matthew 5:38-45) - This conflict burns in my veins, I feel injustice surround, stopping my movement in hope. The stinging words of the crowd, they speak of me like I’ve lost my mind, like I am some kind of joke. I see the enemies rage, I hear the sickening voice taunt, I feel his wicked eyes shine. Simply no longer afraid I throw my head back and laugh, and take a drink of new wine. The fight is over your souls. Sons of Thunder. Calling the fire down. Burning with hope. Sons of Thunder. My only weapon is truth, hatred’s more powerful or so it would seem, sapping my belief in all the things you have shown in the secret. My friends and family just scream, angry at you and they cry out to me. They speak sincere unbelief and inside them they mean it. Sons of Thunder. Calling the fire down. Bringing me home. Sons of Thunder. Prayer: [...] Let your supernatural love come out Jesus, Lord God. Let broken human hearts come into repentance, come to change, come to salvation, come to relationship with You, God, because of the power of Your supernatural love. Father I ask, God, that You would make us like revolutionaries that could follow in the footsteps of men and women that let love overcome hate, God, that let peace overcome violence. Lord Jesus, I ask that You’d make us revolutionaries that will truly kill all evil and all demonic oppression with the kindness of the love of Jesus, God. Let Your love come right now father, let Your love come right now like a mighty flush. [...] Overcome this world with love. Overcome this world with love. Overcome this world with love. Is there no one who understands, has everyone turned aside, is anyone listening, someone hear me. Overcome this world with love. Does anyone understand, has everyone turned their own way. Father help me, return! Overcome this world with love. In that moment I have felt my life slip from my hands. Becoming heaven’s weapon. Bringing me home. Overcome this world with love. In that instant felt your spirit enter mortal man. See you in Armageddon. Bringing me home. Overcome this world with love. In that moment I have felt my life slip from my hands. Becoming heaven’s weapon. Bringing me home. Overcome this world with love. In that instant felt your spirit enter mortal man. See you in Armageddon. Bringing me home. Overcome this world with love. See you in Armageddon. See you in Armageddon. See you in Armageddon. Bringing me home. Overcome this world with love. See you in Armageddon. See you in Armageddon. See you in Armageddon. Bringing me home.

 

5. The Streets Don’t Lie

Taking me to the streets, I’m losing everything society deemed important to me. Where do I turn? Kicking me in the teeth. Why’s my wife and daughter sleeping in some strange building, their whole life taped in boxes. How can my marriage survive? How will my wife respect me at night if she don’t think I’ll provide. What goes through my child’s mind, her fragile heart, this tears me apart. Oh Jesus am I alone in this fight? Only vagabonds can know. Only the homeless ones can comprehend what it means to lose everything you know, just to come home again. Only the pilgrims go from strength to strength, and the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head. So now He helps me find my way in this world, I’m home again. And He sings over me. His voice washes my wounds clean. He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. You are one, you are my child. Child of mine... Oh nation, listen to me. ...who’s unseen. Don’t you worry about a thing. Night will fall, though the darkness is real, sun will rise, though the enemy lies. The awakening, your home is nearer than it seems, come waste away with me. How many sunny days have I passed men and women taken to poverty within this nation. In passing I mumble a prayer, "Oh God just get them out of this jungle, let me show them salvation." My Christian vanity, all my possession, all links and chains to this all powerful nothing. We’re choking on American Dreams, and this whole nation falling down at the feet of the meek. Maybe the homeless ones are free. Maybe those vagabonds can comprehend, what it means to have absolutely nothing, while coming home again. And as those pilgrims go from strength to strength. Like the Son of Man, nowhere to lay his head. And I’ve experienced losing everything I thought was home, on my way home again. And He sings over me. His voice washes my wounds clean. He says my sons and daughters, exempt from fear, this is Jubilee. You are one, you are my children, child of mine, you can see me, who’s unseen, I know you all, I know and I see. Night will fall, though the darkness is real, the sun will rise, I’ll lift your head up, the true awakening, I’ll never leave, come waste away with me. Give up everything. I hold truth and resurrection life. Kid stay vigilant. You watch and wait for my imminent return. Give up everything. I hold truth and resurrection life. Kid stay vigilant. You watch and wait for my imminent return. And every generation sings. Every generation that lifts up its head, it lifts up its hands, as the people sing… We are those, and we declare to every broken heart, children of One. Let every wounded soul, who’s unseen, all who’ve been cast away. Worlds will fall, every last one that’s been turned away, we may die... We declare over your heart... ...in the awakening. ...this is your destiny. Come waste away! Maranatha! Jesus come! Kingdom come! Jesus come! Kingdom come! Your will!

 

 

6. The Army of the Chosen One
(feat. guest vocals by Ryan Clark of Demon Hunter)
 
Prayer by Krissi Green, vocalist Thom Green’s wife: Lord we are asking for a generation to arise, that will not fall, that will not fall, that they would not give themselves to drugs, they would not give themselves to sex, they would not give themselves to others. Lord, that they would give themselves to You. Lord, we are asking that you would release the apostolical generation, that they would go out into the nations and they call forth those to love You and to serve You all the days of their lives, and know that wherever they go that they take the gospel and the love of Jesus, that in all things they would love You, they love You unrelenting, not holding back, nothing but that they would love you Jesus. An army composed of walking dead, of willing hearts, in this our day of struggle. We speak with fire, we break all chains, the foolish bonds of carnal mind far beneath us. We see the leader transfigured light, He calls us forward, in that moment receive. Gives us a new name, on stones of white, and then we stand commissioned, searching for the valiant more to come. Oh... Chosen ones! ...we’re rising, calling out your name. Chosen ones! And you will hear our anthem raise. Chosen ones! So answer us in truth. Answer me! I know their faces. I hear their names, reveal their future, warriors of regeneration. I’ve seen their journey. I’ve felt their pain. I’ve reached into each shame-filled, dark and failed existence. I see them rising my crest in heart, sealed to my vision anchored deep within each man. The day approaches, each life will close. The awesome day we see the Lion and the Lamb. Oh... Chosen ones! ...we’re rising, calling out your name. Chosen ones! And you will hear our anthem raise. Chosen ones! So answer us in truth. Answer me! Father where is the army I’ve seen in my visions. It’s the generation the dragon has feared in his dreams. Father where is the army I’ve seen in my visions. We are the generation the dragon has feared in his dreams, his nightmares! GLORIA! Soon we will find out who are the real revolutionaries. GLORIA! Someday we will see who’s in this thing for real! GLORIA! Soon we will find out who are the real revolutionaries. GLORIA! Someday we will see who’s in this thing for real!