Omerta

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man

Is either a fool or a coward

Whoever cannot take care of himself

Without that law is both

For a wounded man shall say to his assailant

"If I live, I will kill you, if I die, you are forgiven"

Such is the rule of honor

Broken, the paradigm, an example must be set

Invoke the siren's song and sign the death warrant

This is what has been wrought for thirty pieces of silver

The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer

I am the result, what's better left unspoken

Violence begins to mend what was broken

You've been talking, I've been all ears

Words meant to dwell in darkness

Shall never see the light of day

Words can be broken, so can bones

Execute the mandate

Mouth full of dirt

Your name is removed from the registry

St. Peter greets with empty eyes

Then turns and locks the gate

I am the result, what's better left unspoken

Violence begins to mend what was broken

You've been talking, I've been all ears

Omerta

Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose

A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat

Six feet under with no marker

Keep my name from your mouth forever

Free speech for the living

Dead men tell no tales

Your laughing finger

Will never point again

Omerta

Omerta

Sing for me now