How did this come to be?
This prison I built myself from all the blood I've spilled and all the lives I've ripped to shreds.
So now I'll rot away, endlessly feeding flames that don't bring warmth.
For what it's worth I did it all for them.

The end is near, waiting for the knock of death to come.
It seems just yesterday I had this world right where I wanted,
all those who posed a threat keep my new surroundings haunted.
It is so typical, the fortune I have bled and fought for resides here dormant and unable to fulfill its purpose.

There has got to be another way
It's time to rise before it all goes dark.

I am the plague of which they speak,
but there's still havoc that I've yet to wreak.
Loose ends can't go untied, accused can't go untried,
revenge is calling me home.

There has to be another way to save the rest,
but up until then I am stuck here on the fence.

I need to try again, one more attempt to make it count.
Why can't I get through to you?- You monster!
How did this come to be?

My hands are in the air, come take me to my death.
I am the plague of which they speak...

So this is how it ends, I've given up trying to make sense of this world
Bartender fill my glass and make it neat. One last taste of dignity.
Reduced to skin and bone, afraid and all alone.
What is a king without his throne?

Liars, liars..........
Liars, liars...........

The Short-lived Tales of Mr. Lambert

The earth will spin beneath us, the wind is sweeping all around.
The water seperates us, the fire burns it to the ground.
I've grown so tired of asking myself why the sun rises and sets,
and I'm still waiting for answers...

The sands of time of falling, the winds of plague are rolling in.
The storms of change are stalling, the flames they burn somewhere within.
Just take your time and focus, no sense in trying to be brief.
When this life tries to choke us, just man up and take it to the streets.
I've grown so tired, of asking myself why.

The earth will spin beneath us, the wind is sweeping all around.
The water seperates us, the fire burns it to the ground.
The sands of time of falling, the winds of plague are rolling in.
The storms of change are stalling, the flames they burn somewhere within.

Drip drop the rain is falling. 
I'm having trouble distinguishing my tears from those of the clouds.
Now I will rage despite my doubts like wildfire slowly breaking out.
Take a moment and give in to the sound.
I'm just a long lost soul waiting to be found, and I've grown tired....

The earth will spin beneath us, the wind is sweeping all around.
The water seperates us, the fire burns it to the ground.

The sands of time of falling, the winds of plague are rolling in.
The storms of change are stalling, the flames they burn somewhere within.

Now I've grown so tired, of asking myself why...

Alone In A Crowded Mill

Madness! Chaos! The monster is among us! Save us! We can't fend for ourselves! We're doomed.

It seems just yesterday the world we knew came crashing down,
but we found ourselves amidst the mayhem.
Despite the circumstances, we kept on marching forward.
Shots were fired, stones were thrown, but again, we kept on marching forward.
We seem to lose our way time after time, but we found ourselves again.

Set fire to all you know. The rapture is among us. We'll keep marching forward, together again.
The masses have gathered, torches in hand. Madness! chaos! 
Lord save, us we're doomed.

Now what we have here is a classic case of boy crying wolf, but we've been crying wolf for way to long. 
It's sad to say and I'm sorry: I am the wolf.

I am the madness
I am the chaos
Now it's clear to see that I'm a sheep stuck in wolf's skin,
it's time to break free.


It seems just yesterday the world we knew came crashing down,
Day after day, hand in hand, we'll wage a war with destiny
Be crowned as the victors, and keep marching on.

Despite yesterdays, we still have a tomorrow.
But the here and now is all that counts.

Keep on marching forward....

No white flags will be raised, nor will towels be thrown.
We've been crying wolf far for too long,
but I realize it now: I am the wolf.

Despite the yesterdays, we still have a tomorrow,
but the here and now is all that fucking counts.

Even Wolves Can Be Djentle

Time spent wandering aimlessly in imagination leads to..
(can you hear them whisper?)
Just when peace is found the cannon will sound and the war has begun.

The time is upon us to reap what we sow.
The chains have been shackled, row peasants, row!
The battle draws on and there's no time to rest,
their weary eyes blinded by my scarlet ridden chest.

Don't pay mind to the whispers, look within to yourself.
Sticks and stones, broken bones, 
those who burn there own at the stake end up alone(all alone)

Release the hounds, they're rabid, and they're foaming at the mouth.
Don't tread on foreign ground(the traps are set)
Day in, day out, on this stage playing roles that lead us all early graves.
Drop the act and change your ways before you cross the point of no return.

We're under seige, just raise the flag. We need to stop the madness. It must be stopped.

Where did we go wrong?
I don't know anymore, but one this is for sure; we're losing this war.
Where did we go wrong?
We're past the point of no return.

Don't say a word. Show them just what you're worth.
We're all parts of the machine stuck somewhere between our wants and our needs.
Hold on to what's dear to you, don't lose sight of yourself.
Go forth and change your ways before it's too late and your ways have changed you.

Now only time will tell if we're destined for hell.
If so, will hell be doomed to have us?
Now only time will tell if we're doomed to walk the earth.
If that's the case, will hell stay warm without us?

The whispers are driving me mad.

Don't pay mind to the whispers, look within to yourself.
Sticks and stones, broken bones.
Once a pile of ashes from which the phoenix rose......

Whispers

I make music for the sake of making music. These are my works, created when life sees fit. 

Every note in a song is part of a story, and these are the stories I would like to share with you. 

These are my transmissions.

Hear them loud and clear.
















All songs written, performed, recorded and produced by Frank Bongiovanni