Do you ever sleep?
How does your halo fit on that massive ego
Caught up in your world of make-believe
Your senses dulled
And you’re impervious
To the stench that’s permeating
From your vile words
Betrayal is your second skin.

Call up the press
Fire up the mill
Print out the fiction that you made of me
unveil it out for all to see
It’s “never your fault”
And you’re oblivious
The stench is nauseating
You kill with words
Deception is your only skill


Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
You reap what you sow
As your world starts to crumble
You cast your lies
While you smile at your door
You’ll strike the match
Burn both ends of your rope
Now you’ve got no one to call on
trapped in the hole you’ve dug alone

Call the press
Rumor has it I’m guilty
Cuss me out
Spread all the fiction that you made of me
It's “never your fault”
Even if you're caught
With your hands pressing on my throat
Your words are nauseating
Step back and watch the bleeding

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
You reap what you sow
As your world starts to crumble
You cast your lies
While you smile at your door
You’ll strike the match
Burn both ends of your rope
Now your world’s getting smaller
As your world starts to crumble
And you’ve got no one to call on
trapped in the hole you’ve dug alone

The brand new single from Cimonti released March 27, 2023 under Tower of Doom Music.

Tracked, mixed and mastered by Macoy Manuel