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:

I see families torn apart
And villages burned to the ground
And land chopped up by war machines
And agony is all that’s found

But I hold hope there’ll be a day
When all this pain will go away
And peace will reign just as it had
When the sunflowers bloom again

How can one justify, the killing of his kin
Like Cain did long ago, invaders commit sin
Judas betrayed one man, but Russia’s betrayed more
And all the blood they’ve spilled has put a lock right on the door

But I hold hope there’ll be a day
When all this pain will go away
And peace will reign just as it had
When the sunflowers bloom again

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

When The Sunflowers Bloom Again

Lyrics:

Some say the devils dead
That he’s writhing down in hell
But I don’t think that’s true
I think he’s fine and doing well
I think he’s sipping vodka
While whistling Russian hymns
And watching as the women
Men and babies lose their limbs

The devil lives in Russia
I’m sure of that you know
He sits upon his pedestal
As his flames give off a glow
His slithers round his Kingdom
And holds his allies near
So they can take the fall
When he’ll run away in fear

Lucifer is gracious
That’s what they’re always told
They listen to his words
And all the bullshit that they’re sold
He plays them all for fools
And has them live in fear
And leads his herds to hell
While he finds a path to clear

The devil lives in Russia
I’m sure of that you know
He sits upon his pedestal
As his flames give off a glow
His slithers round his Kingdom
And holds his allies near
So they can take the fall
When he’ll run away in fear

I hope they take the beast
And hang him from a pole
I hope they skin the fucker
And they throw him in a hole
Before they plant the bastard
I hope they take his head
And use it as a warning
For his nazis not to tread

The devil lives in Russia
I’m sure of that you know
He sits upon his pedestal
As his flames give off a glow
His slithers round his Kingdom
And holds his allies near

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 Devil Lives In Russia

Lyrics:

Hey there friend
How have you been
Fucked with any other misfits recently
I hear you’re in jail
Hey man don’t drop the soap
Knowing that you’re caged is some good comedy

Karma’s coming round, it’s a bitch isn’t it
Which angel did you wrong to turn into a sack of shit
It really makes me smile your life is passing by
It really makes me happy just to know you’re gonna die

I recall the day
When you kicked me to the dirt
It got stuck in my brain
How my soul got so hurt
I always knew you’d end up
Where an animal belongs
And I hope you lack the time
To right all your wrongs

Karma’s coming round, it’s a bitch isn’t it
Which angel did you wrong to turn into a sack of shit
It really makes me smile your life is passing by
It really makes me happy just to know you’re gonna die

If you do get out
I hope a bullet catches you
It’ll be good karma
For the shit you put me through
And if they find your corpse
And they bother with a grave
I won’t bother praying
For a soul God wouldn’t save

Karma’s coming round, it’s a bitch isn’t it
Which angel did you wrong to turn into a sack of shit
It really makes me smile your life is passing by
It really makes me happy just to know you’re gonna die

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

Karma

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

Snipes The Technician’s dynamic lyrics, backed by Demon’s beats, celebrate the beauty, ambition, and determination of women. This track blends trap vibes with rap energy, creating an irresistible fusion that uplifts and inspires.

S.T.T. - Organic

I am a producer, artist, video editor, cgi artist, multimedia technologist, the list goes on.

But here on Sound Cloud I get to express just my music and upload tracks that I have made dating back to 1998.

Granted they may not be mastered and some of the melodies could be tighter... but everyone I've played these tracks to whether it being friends or foe, say that it is not bad and that the beat is catchy.

Any kind of constructive criticism is most welcome and will help my decision on whether to pursue this career path further. 

Further comments about each track can be found in the comment section for that track.

Thanks for reading and for listening.

27 | Musician | Punk
Booking: naphys.michael@gmail.com
"Architect Of Anarchy" OUT NOW!

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