Omega - War From A Harlots Mouth

Switch on your god

Sit back and relax

All there is and all we need

Is an addiction at our own fingertips

He covers us in fear

Blow up the charades!

Telling us that we can’t keep up

Thrash the charades!

On and on end on and on

Now it’s my turn

I want to wash your head with gasoline

On and on end on and on

Your empty talk is an abandoned forest

I’m chopping it down

You’re not free now — you never were

on and on end on and on end on…