[Intro] [Verse] Slashing the fabric of silence with violence I’m sinking the blade in the throat of the snitch Stitch up the lips of the witness and toss the remains in the depths of a kerosene ditch I am the ghost in the basement the holy replacement for hollow and hallowed belief Sever the tongue of the talker and feed it to wolves for a moment of bloody relief Click-clack the metal is cold on the temple the pressure is building I’m taking the lead Watching the vein in your neck as it pulses and pushes the liquid you’re destined to bleed You broke the code of the shadows and shattered the glass of the sanctuary where we dwell Now you can carry the weight of the secret straight down to the furnace of bottomless hell [Verse] Lacerate lungs of the lunging and plunging the plunger to poison the flow of the vein Mumble the oath in the shadows of gallows and swallow the hollow and harrowing pain Friction of fiction is burning the bridges of brothers who bartered the bond for a buck Stuck in the muck of the gutter you mutter a prayer but you’re fresh out of fortune and luck I am the blade and the bullet the trigger I pull it to puncture the spirit of rats Hanging the traitors from rafters and leaving the bodies for feasts of the nocturnal bats Gagged and garroted you rot in the cellar for thinking the law was a shield for your skin Sins of the father are visited heavy and hard on the skulls of the treacherous kin [Chorus] Seal the lips until the blood turns black No turning back from the knife in the stack Omerta is the ghost in the hollow of the bone Leave the body broken and the soul alone Omerta is the shadow where the serpent slides Death is the keeper where the quiet hides Break the vow and you meet the lead Better off silent than cold and dead [Chorus] Seal the lips until the blood turns black No turning back from the knife in the stack Omerta is the ghost in the hollow of the bone Leave the body broken and the soul alone Omerta is the shadow where the serpent slides Death is the keeper where the quiet hides Break the vow and you meet the lead Better off silent than cold and dead [Bridge] Cut it out Rip it out Shut the mouth North to South East to West In the chest End the quest Finally rest No more talking No more walking Grim is stalking Vultures flocking Zero sound Underground Tied and bound Lost and found [Verse] Triple the tension and mention the vengeance of villains who vanish in cycles of gray Strangle the struggle of snitches who twitch in the ditch where the predators gather to play Static is frantic the panic is organic the mechanic of murder is perfectly clean Slicing the liver of liars and tossing the pieces inside of a grinding machine I am the nightmare you invited when you decided to open that cavity wide Now there is nowhere to run and there isn’t a single damn crevice for cowards to hide Stabbing the stuttering bastard for blabbering backwards and selling the family soul Filling the mouth with the dirt of the earth as I toss you inside of a six-foot-deep hole [Verse] Cryptic and caustic the caustic is melting the skin of the sin that you tried to conceal Iron is heavy and hot as it’s pressing the flesh to the spinning and jagged steel wheel Whisper the mantra of misery while I am carving the mark of the mute on your chest Ripping the lungs from the ribcage and putting the heart of the rat to a permanent rest Vultures are circling over the body of someone who thought they could talk to the feds Sever the wires of the liars and leave all the pieces in thousands of bloody red shreds Sacrifice sanity for the profanity etched in the stone of the silence we keep Omerta is why you are buried so wide and so heavy and why you are buried so deep [Chorus] Seal the lips until the blood turns black No turning back from the knife in the stack Omerta is the ghost in the hollow of the bone Leave the body broken and the soul alone Omerta is the shadow where the serpent slides Death is the keeper where the quiet hides Break the vow and you meet the lead Better off silent than cold and dead [Chorus] Seal the lips until the blood turns black No turning back from the knife in the stack Omerta is the ghost in the hollow of the bone Leave the body broken and the soul alone Omerta is the shadow where the serpent slides Death is the keeper where the quiet hides Break the vow and you meet the lead Better off silent than cold and dead [Outro]
