Oh, I feel a breeze choked out by disease
They come out to play, to make me afraid
And they feed on the rust on my wrist
And as my faith persists, I can feel their disease creeping down upon me
Soulless and black, my heart they attack
They've fallen from heaven, and feed on the death of my faith
Pure evil, no joy
That's what they employ
To use what is good for disaster
Oh heaven I pray, glory come down
Can't touch me
Can't touch me
Can't touch me
You can't touch me
You can't touch me
If He is for me, who can stand against me
If He is for me, who can stand against me
If He is for me, who can stand against me
If He is for me, who can stand against me
If He is for me, who can stand against me
If He is for me, who can stand against me
If He is for me, who can stand against me
If He is for me, you can't touch me
You can't touch me
