Private Line - Sound Advice

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

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 the 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

Wish there was someone with nothing to say
Hope all those saviors have blown 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

Wish someone out there has nothing to say
Maybe those saviors have gone away
Look how the boy holds his broken toy
Unspoken pain
We feel nothing

[spoken]

Welcome to the SINdicate
You're better off without
The world is a fiction
And there's no way out