Omerta from Confess by Too Pure To Die

This thing of ours

I've kept my mouth shut for so long
And to this day you keep yours wide
I’m going to teach you a thing or two
About respect and honor and how they missed you

Once you’re into our thing you can never get out
It’s my price to pay
I won’t break this silence that can never be bought
Forget about what you heard

This thing of ours

Friends of my friends hold this so true
This code my debt, I’ll see this through
I'm going to take these truths I know deep in the ground with the seeds I've sewn

Once you’re into our thing you can never get out
It’s my price to pay
I won’t break this silence that can never be bought
Forget about what you heard

On deaf ears fall hollow threats
Bite your tongue or pray for death

Once you’re into our thing, you could never be in our thing
Bite your tongue
I won’t break this silence, you can only hear the silence
Pray for death

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