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 someon 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. Hope 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.