Lyrics Omega - War From A Harlots Mouth

Omega

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…