I am the result, what's better left unspoken
This is what has been wrought for 30 pieces of silver
Is either a fool or a coward, whoever cannot take care of
Violence begins to mend, what was broken
You've been talking, I've been all ears
The tongues of men and angels bought by a beloved betrayer
Publishers: SONY/ATV SONGS LLC, SUBTLE ARTS OF PUBLISHING
You've been talking, I've been all ears
A slip of the tongue, a slit of the throat
Broken the paradigm an example must be set
Mouth full of dirt your name is removed from the registry
Such is the rule of honor
Your laughing finger, will never point again
Keep my name from your mouth forever
Omerta, Omerta sing for me now
Free speech for the living, dead men tell no tales
Words meant to dwell in darkness shall never see the light of day
I am the result, what's better left unspoken
Words can be broken so can bones, execute the mandate
St. Peter greets with empty eyes then turns and locks the gate
Violence begins to mend, what was broken
Cheaply venal, stupidly verbose
Himself without that law is both, for a wounded man shall
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man
Invoke the siren's song and sign the death warrant
Omerta
Say to his assailant, "If I live I will kill you, if I die you are forgiven"
Six feet under with no marker
Songwriters: Chris Adler, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton