Omerta

You can't look me in the eye And tell me That you have you're good life To yourself All the unspoken truths Have been potent In sprouting roots They go deep, And deeper still the years ago On this you'll keep And it's time to let it all go Let it go Try to circumnavigate The obvious And there's no use to deny The worst of it all So we go on And we go on And try to muddle through it But it has kept It's roots with all the others Twisted up Omerta: code of silence Omerta: code of silence