The Apothecary Songtext / Lyric

Killing the demons, a typical spell
Proportions of death in time I will tell
Running the gamut this hell has begun and with it I fall
Telepathy wins all!
Telepathy wins all!
Senseless devotions, your soul is mine
worth nothing to no one your world is benign
If given the chance, if given the smarts
I'd climb down your throat and rip you apart
So we begin
Omega storm!
Omega storm!
Enchant their rights!
Enchant their rights!