Sound Advice - Private Line

Roll your Vice, and get rolled too

Dice are loaded and so are you

Miss-Understanding undressed is Miss-fortune.

Some upload death in search of divine

Some surf for love but find lust just in time

Misguided preachers, seekers of paradise

I wish there was someone with NOTHING to say

Hope all those saviors would go away

Look how the boy holds his broken toy

Unspoken pain

We hear nothing

Roll with their punches and you’ll end on your knees

Chose any role, life’s a no-net trapeze

An Angel calls me… to see her dance striptease

I wish there was someone with NOTHING to say

Hope all those saviors would blow away

Look how the boy holds his broken toy

Unspoken pain

We hear nothing

Please don’t tell me to trust in Him.

You can’t tempt me with your mindless grin.

I’ll keep my sins, you save your advice

Yesterday you killed for it;

today I’ll sell my soul for a life.

I wish there was someone with NOTHING to say

Maybe those saviors have gone away

Look how the boy holds his broken toy

Unspoken pain

We feel nothing