I know the wrath of God, like the tracings in my own palm

The wait, the wait, the wait is finally over now

We're worlds apart, I see a sickness in your heart

You're a puppet to me, I see them, I pull your strings

Ovation, is key

The world is sick, I got a cure, but you'll have to pay for it

Oh every dark whim we'll make profit again

We're worlds apart, I know exactly where you are

Sit down, shut up, sit down, shut up

It's the word of God

Ovation is key

Oh every dark whim we'll make profit again