Michael Naphys - Vocals/Rhythm Guitar
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara - Drums

Written And Produced by Michael Naphys

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Coming Out Of My Shell

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar/Piano/Organ
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering
Jonathan Episcopo - Trombone

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Armageddon, Here We Come

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Oh look at how i've grown
I’m so glad im here
Playing punk music
And guzzling beer
Oh my god my liver might just fall right out
Shit I haven’t got that far I might just shout

I’ve conquered all my demons
That’s what they tell me
I’m pretty stable now
And I feel so free
Maybe now I’ll get my shit all figured out
Or maybe all my demons will come back around

I’ve come so far with progress
You won’t believe me
I’m not even liberal
I’m a fucking commie
I hope the Catholic Church doesn’t mind all that
Your socialist messiah wants to have a chat

I’ve been doing better
I’ve lost my edge
I’ve come out from the dark
I’ve stepped away from the ledge
No matter what happens, life’s a living hell
But I’m proud to say I’ve come out of this god damn shell

I’m a walking talking contradiction
A menace to all reason love and hope
And if you dare to cross me you might find out
That I’m the biggest pussy you will know

I’ll wave my flag and I’ll say my prayers
So fuck your feelings piece of shit
I’ll hide my face and I’ll burn my cross
All Because I’m A Patriot

I’ll scream at you like a psychopath
And cry when I don’t get my way
I’ll scream about my freedoms
And mock you when I can
I’ll be sure you’re the one to pay

I’ll wave my flag and I’ll say my prayers
So fuck your feelings piece of shit
I’ll hide my face and I’ll burn my cross
All Because I’m A Patriot

I’ll love my country when I want to
And I’ll bleed red white and blue
But I’ll be terrorist when I’m punished for my sins
And hurl sticks and stones right back at you

I’ll wave my flag and I’ll say my prayers
So fuck your feelings piece of shit
I’ll hide my face and I’ll burn my cross
All Because I’m A Patriot
All Because I’m A Patriot
All Because I’m A Patriot

All Because I'm A Patriot

A husk bleeding round and round
Torches scorch the burning ground
A shell of what was once devine
Just a Poisoned Frankenstein

It was all within our reach
We didn’t practice what we preach
All that mattered was our pride
And the Poisoned Frankenstein

Now we face catastrophe
Company with misery
We won’t make it out alive
All cause of Poisoned Frankenstein

Malum/Poisoned Frankenstein

Stick my hands and feet with nails
Place your thorns right in my head
Pierce my chest with all your words
I’ll bleed my case until I’m dead

But you see
You don’t understand
My mind has been made up
I do not have the will to stand

Hold my hands up to the sky
And pray my spirit is set free
Hold my head up to the sky
Someday a martyr I will be

Sticks and stones might break my bones
But your abuse won’t break my stride
I will have my day you’ll see
My pestilence will be my pride

For you will see
What you’ve done to me
My revenge will taste so sweet
And viscera is all you’ll be

Hold my hands up to the sky
And pray my spirit is set free
Hold my head up to the sky
Someday a martyr I will be

Hold my hands up to the sky
And pray my spirit is set free
Hold my head up to the sky
Someday a martyr I will be

Hold my hands up to the sky
And pray my spirit is set free
Hold my head up to the sky
Someday a martyr I will be

Hold my hands up to the sky
And pray my spirit is set free
Hold my head up to the sky
Someday a martyr I will be

Someday A Martyr I Will Be

Reality’s so shallow
That’s all I ever see
These mannequins are faking
They’re just playing for a fee
It’s all about their dick size
Or how big their cleavage is
Can they make their wallets grow
While living in such bliss

I don’t want to see it
I don’t care a single bit
I can’t wait to disappear
From all this stupid shit
Fuck you I’m not crying
I’ve got something in my eye
Maybe it’s just dirt
Or another stupid lie

You can live your life
And not get anywhere
What’s the point of living
With this kind of despair
If it’s so diluted
For caring to speak out
Fuck you all, I hope you die
I’ll never lose this bout

Reality's So Shallow

When you see all the colors flashing in your head
And the sound of the piper takes you to where you’re led
The rainbow always looks so pretty up above the earth
Sitting on the sun watching in on the planet’s birth

Up In The Clouds
I feel so free
No one in sight
To lecture me

You come back down from mars, and you’re missing all the bliss
They want you to stop, but you want more of this
If it’s an illusion, I’d rather be alone
Reality is overrated, I’ll just make my own

Up In The Clouds
I feel so free
No one in sight
To lecture me

Up In The Clouds
I feel so free
No one in sight
To lecture me

To lecture me
To lecture me
No one in sight
To lecture me

Up In The Clouds

Lyrics:

They cut the cable
They cut the telephone
They lit the towers
And the satellites ablaze
They point their fingers
At the targets they accuse
Conservatives all say it
It’s all over all their news

This ain’t like it was before
This ain’t political theater
This here’s real life, and you’re going to the camps
The revolution has begun

I’ve heard the press
They ain’t free to speak no more
They bound and gagged them
Cause apparently they’re predators
Now all they say
Is that we’re filthy cannibals
We eat our meals
Out of DC pizza shops

This ain’t like it was before
This ain’t political theater
This here’s real life, and you’re going to the camps
The revolution has begun

This ain’t like it was before
This ain’t political theater
This here’s real life, and you’re going to the camps
The revolution has begun
The revolution has begun
The revolution has begun

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro: Lead Guitar
Ron Lange: Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

The Revolution Has Begun

Lyrics:

Put on a smile
To hide all the anguish
And never show that you’re a mess deep inside
Ingest some feelings
In bottles and joints
And shove those illusions of progress aside

Cause you only have one life to live
And it moves too fast for a fuck to give
So heave those emotions
Don’t mind all the demons
Cause they can’t claim the souls of the broken

Don’t stop the singing
You’re a clown like the rest
You say you’re an artist, keep writing in jest
Never mind all the others
They can’t hear you
So keep moving forward til curtain falls

But you only have one life to live
And it moves too fast for a fuck to give
So heave those emotions
Don’t mind all the demons
Cause they can’t claim the souls of the broken

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Till The Curtain Falls

Lyrics:

Murder
Pillage
Cross the border to take your share
It’s yours
You won
Not a life for you to spare

I’m a stranger
In this land
Maybe I’m just blind to reason
You’re right
I’m wrong
Misunderstanding treason

Kill them
Before
They kill your way of life
Bullets
Must stop
Bigotry from spreading strife

Please pray
For me
I can’t take what I’ve seen
And pray
For peace
To bloom where grass is green

I’m a stranger
In this land
Maybe I’m just blind to reason
You’re right
I’m wrong
Misunderstanding treason

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Stranger In A Blood Soaked Land

Lyrics:

Give man bread
Merry he will sing
Throw him a circus
He’ll make you a King
We’re not hard to please
We’re just monkeys after all
A serpent politician
Will initiate a fall

A parasitic con man
Selling oil from a snake
He makes our God his scapegoat
He puts us all at stake
Though he’s never been
Or seen the inside of a church
He couldn’t find salvation
No matter where he’d search

He’ll take a state in crisis
And make it great again
He’ll cut down all the hombres
If it takes all our men
He’ll build a wall around us
So no one can break the spell
He won’t be satisfied
Until we burn with him in hell

I’d like think that some of us
Can see past the mist
It’s blinded half of you
And it makes me pretty pissed
Your better than you are
At this moment in our time
Spitting out the poison
Isn’t any kind of crime

I hope to see us heal
Cause I haven’t lost all hope
I don’t think we’ve fallen
To the pit from down the slope
Nothing is past fixing
We just need to drop some weight
And I can think of someone
That’s just filled with so much hate

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Lyrics:

Father high in Heaven
Save the king of none
He’s going to need a shield
For the fall that’s to come

The blood that soaks your hand is old
Inheritance ran cold
But pomp and circumstance
Can’t cleanse your filthy hands

Your mother was so righteous
We hear across the pond
Her silence was so deafening
It killed her to respond

The blood that soaks your hand is old
Inheritance ran cold
But pomp and circumstance
Can’t cleanse your filthy hands

The countless killed in your name
And in the name of your kin
Shall haunt your dreams as you sleep
The burden to bare your own sin

The blood that soaks your hand is old
Inheritance ran cold
But pomp and circumstance
Can’t cleanse your filthy hands

Your death won’t be from the cold
Nor illness, nor hunger, nor drought
For thieves must sit on a thrown
That horror exists with no doubt

The blood that soaks your hand is old
Inheritance ran cold
But pomp and circumstance
Can’t cleanse your filthy hands
The blood that soaks your hand is old
Inheritance ran cold
But pomp and circumstance
Can’t cleanse your filthy hands

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar/Piano/Organ
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Ballad Of The Tyrant

Lyrics:

In a small town, barbarians attack
In a small town, they all smoke crack
In a small town, they’ll whip you in the back
In small towns you cannot be black

And its freedom from small towns, that's what we lack
It’s the small towns we carry that break our backs
If I had the choice, I’d turn every frown
By burning the smalls towns down to the ground

In a small town, they all fuck their cousin
In a small town, they lose brain cells by the dozen
In a small town, they look the same
In a small town that can’t seem to change

And its freedom from small towns, that's what we lack
It’s the small towns we carry that break our backs
If I had the choice, I’d turn every frown
By burning the smalls towns down to the ground

In a small town, they’ll beat you if you’re gay
In a small town, they think that’s okay
In a small town, they sit and they pray
And I hope a bomb blows them all away

And its freedom from small towns, that's what we lack
It’s the small towns we carry that break our backs
If I had the choice, I’d turn every frown
By burning the smalls towns down to the ground
And its freedom from small towns, that's what we lack
It’s the small towns we carry that break our backs
If I had the choice, I’d turn every frown
By burning the smalls towns down to the ground

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering
Jonathan Episcopo - Trombone

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Small Towns Should Burn

Lyrics:

Baby you know I love you
And I’d give the world right to you
You know I’ll never leave your side

I’d shoot a man dead for you
I’d cut his head off for you
And I’d use his blood to paint our home

Will you smoke weed with me
Will you do shrooms with me
You know I’m tortured deep inside

I’d love to be beside you
I’ll cut my way inside you
And soon our blood will be the same

Baby you know I love you
And love makes me do scary things
That’s why no one else can have you now

Baby you know I love you
And I’d give the world right to you
That’s why you’re a memory deep inside

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Rhythm Guitar/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Lead Guitar
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Percussion/Engineering

Album Cover by Jude Iannelli

Recorded at The Audio Lab

Is It Love Or Obsession

Lyrics:

Flying in the sky over God’s forsaken land
Dreaming of an age of marvels wondrous and grand
But the time is now and hopes of peace are all but gone
And now your jobs to find some folks to drop some shrapnel on

Modern man, you understand
This desert’s plagued by God’s vengeful hand
Soldier boy, go make your stand
And let the blood flow free in Iran

Looking through the scope see the Persian in your sight
Wonder if he got to kiss his children good night
Any other time and maybe words could make things right
But orders must be followed and this war is yours to fight

Modern man, you understand
This desert’s plagued by God’s vengeful hand
Soldier boy, go make your stand
And let the blood flow free in Iran

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Electric Guitar 1/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Electric Guitar 2
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Drums/Mixing/Mastering

Iran

Lyrics:

I don’t watch the news
Cause I don’t want to rock the boat
Music is a business
And I’m a businessman

The art died out a while ago
And I sold my soul for the highest bid
To write some songs about heartbreak
And sing them just like Green Day did

Do I look like a punk
Do I sound like a punk
Do I act like a punk
Cause I don’t write like one would

You can’t criticize me
My skin is like paper mache
But my bite is like a wolf
Tearing at it’s feeble prey

And if you dare to take the plunge
I’ll call upon my lion’s den
My phony positivity
Will be all but gone by then

Do I look like a punk
Do I sound like a punk
Do I act like a punk
Cause I don’t write like one would

I can’t get political
That’s just not punk anymore
We lost the edge so long ago
When it was kicked right out the door

Come on now you can’t be mad
I swear to God it's not my fault
I’m just climbing the social ladder
Being a plastic punk

Credits:

Michael Naphys - Electric Guitar 1/Vocals
Steve LoCastro - Electric Guitar 2
Ron Lange - Bass Guitar
Tony Mascara Jr - Drums/Mixing/Mastering

Plastic Punk

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