Satellites to television Images mold me into a good civilian Make it right, sell the religion The picture perfect scene Flood me with stoked emotion ... Prim or plight In subdued sight This gripping night All white with fear I cant let go Hold on tight Or leave the light on in your mind The boogeyman is in the mirror The severed cry of social division Shy from neighbor separated, debased living Work and buy. Gear the children. The picture perfect scene Demeans what is human In my opening eye Light of truth is pouring My Painful catharsis I try To shed tears and wash away the lie Cutting into me with slow incisions Honing freedom down to your confined convenience Mind control good soldier numerations The picture perfect scene Is now deleting a nation Prim or plight A subdued sight This gripping night All white with fear I cant let go Hold on tight Or leave the light on in your mind The boogeyman is in the mirror Mandate police state militant divisions As the feds engage their feigned final solutions Pushing buttons toughen clash collision I was not born to be forced Fuck and fight the illusion In my opening eye Light of truth is pouring My Painful catharsis I try Shed tears and wash away the lie lyrics © 2010 by Michael Mones.

Well, Its a losing hand Cards that I've been dealt But I've got one up my sleeve Its a spade, for all I've felt Whether its a love lost Or things in my way Another thorn diggin up my side I pull it out, and shove it in your face Cold and bitter, like my whiskey, taste Drink a river to drown in all my rage Bridge burned, now spit salt for a chase Its retribution to save face. Come on- Take me away, take me away Walk the fine line Give it a shake, make the mistake, by Ticking on borrowed time. Go ahead and make my day Ive got my pride. Slander my name, piss on my grave Sure, I’ll gets mine You’re playing with a loaded gun Hope you’re having fun. Spin the reel and press your luck I’m the trigger to shoot your smug fucking mouth off. BANG, BANG, BANG, PUNK. Im a bettin man, With cards that I've been dealt Cause I've got one here, right up my sleeve Its a club, to crack a skull. Cause you’re a lost cause My time you waste Another fang diggin up my hide I pull it out, and put you in your place Cold and bitter, like my whiskey, taste Drink a river to drown in all my rage Bridge burned, now spit salt for a chase Its retribution to save face. Go- Take me away, take me away Walk the fine line Give it a shake, make the mistake, by Ticking on borrowed time. Go ahead and make my day I've got my pride. Slander my name, piss on my grave You know, I’ll get whats mine You’re playing with a loaded gun, son Hope you’re having fun Spin the reel and press your luck I’m the trigger to shoot your smug fucking mouth off. BANG BANG BANG, PUNK. You're playing with fire You're stoking my ire And boiling my blood My morbid desires All patience expired You’re calling my bluff And I don’t give a fuck.

Fine head of horse upon the sheets Johnny Fontane gets the part capeche? negotiate like Luca Brasi Brains or signature on the release Pay protection and your debts Respect and keep your head Or you may just have an accident Taken outta game like bada bing Leave the gun, take the cannoli Fork in meatball, spill the spaghetti Hell sing like a fucking canary Pay protection and your debts Respect and keep your head Or you may just have an accident ---- @#$%&+? Anima I soldi(blood and money) Potere(power) Morte(death) all lyrics ©2008 by Mike Mones

Four walls surrounding me enshrouding me like curtains of shame Im haunted by the night and the day The shit is boiling over In this melting pot of decay Slow sinking in a mire of hate The bell, it tolls for you! I will rise up from this place You cant control me My heart or my brain, my thoughts or my name My will is mine Feel it rising, pulsing through your veins As it changes, the hate and the pain With bare hands, well storm the fucking gates Feel it rising, a fuel to the flame A chaotic impetus to rage Its embraced, as an animal in this cage Four walls surrounding me, I'm biding time while I calculate.... As sanity is peeling away I cannot wait to sink my teeth into these mental police These jailers entombing my fate The bell, it tolls for you! I will rise up from this place You cant control me My heart or my brain, my thoughts or my name My will is mine Feel it rising, pulsing through your veins As it changes, the hate and the pain With bare hands, well storm the fucking gates Feel it rising, a fuel to the flame A chaotic impetus to rage Now bleed Look in my eyes now and see the infernal abyss Twitching grinding paranoia Come a little closer. You know I got SOMETHING FOR YA. lyrics Copyright © 2011 by Mike Mones

Through the woods of the wicked you run tormented Feel the breath of the dead on your neck fermented See the blood on the path that you tread unknowing Your mind astir as a hive in the darkness growing Sink, despair- In mires of delusion Scratch and tear- flesh penance of the wounded Gasp for air- its thinning like the grains of Sand in your hourglass. All your life, it falls tonight to the bay of hell hounds Setting sun, the day is done on the Black of your heart Pact you made, the curse, the plague The witches hand now marks your name Run you may, all to your grave For you can Never stop this now. Through the woods of the wicked sanity is fraying A burning sense, filled with dread, inner light decaying Smell the stench of the rot in your soul overtaking Blackening all Sink, despair- slow drowning in confusion Scratch and tear- away, the hope you’re losing. Gasp for air- its thinning like the grains of Sand in your hourglass. All your life, it falls tonight to the bay of hell hounds Setting sun, the day is done on the Black of your heart Pact you made, the curse, the plague The witches hand now marks your name Run you may, all to your grave For you Never stop this now. marked for death, you know theres no escaping like the plauge, the rabid fear is spreading Through the woods of the wicked you run tormented Feel the breath of the dead on your neck fermented See the blood on the path that you tread unknowing Your mind astir as a hive in the darkness growing Sink, despair- In mires of delusion Scratch and tear- flesh penance of the wounded Gasp for air- its thinning like the grains of Sand in your hourglass. All your life, it falls tonight to the bay of hell hounds Setting sun, the day is done on the Black of your heart Pact you made, the curse, the plague The witches hand now marks your name Run you may, all to your grave Cause all hope can Never stop this now. Through the woods of the wicked sanity is fraying A burning sense, filled with dread, inner light decaying Smell the stench of the rot in your soul overtaking Blackening all Sink, despair- slow drowning in confusion Scratch and tear- away, the hope you’re losing. Gasp for air- its thinning like the grains of Sand in your hourglass. All your life, it falls tonight to the bay of hell hounds Setting sun, the day is done on the Black of your heart Pact you made, the curse, the plague The witches hand now marks your name Run you may, all to your grave Cause all hope can Never stop this now. All lyrics Copyright ©2012 by Mike Mones