Song parody of
Soft Gold
by Pridian
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Silence will end the pain
Aching for salvation
Everything is lost
If you follow the bright lights
You end up in the dark
Like the hand I chose to play
Would you flush me down the drain
Only silence will end the pain
I´m terrified by the scent of my sins
I want to run but the whispers are calling me in
No more a hound but a slave to my kin
Prison of torment the absence is caving in
Hit me with a tragedy
Cause I will never learn
I´m playing Russian roulette with a semi-automatic
I want to run, but the whispers are calling me
No more a hound, but a slave to my kin
Prison of torment
The absence is caving in
Feed the machine
(I want to run)
Tokens of shattered dreams
(No more a hound)
I´m terrified by the scent of my sins
I want to run, but the whispers are calling me in
No more a hound but a slave to my kin
Prison of torment, the absence is caving in
I´m playing Russian roulette with a semi-automatic
Silence will end the pain
Aching for salvation
Everything is lost
If you follow the bright lights
You end up in the dark
Like the hand I chose to play
Would you flush me down the drain
Only silence will end the pain
I´m terrified by the scent of my sins
I want to run but the whispers are calling me in
No more a hound but a slave to my kin
Prison of torment the absence is caving in
Hit me with a tragedy
Cause I will never learn
I´m playing Russian roulette with a semi-automatic
I want to run, but the whispers are calling me
No more a hound, but a slave to my kin
Prison of torment
The absence is caving in
Feed the machine
(I want to run)
Tokens of shattered dreams
(No more a hound)
I´m terrified by the scent of my sins
I want to run, but the whispers are calling me in
No more a hound but a slave to my kin
Prison of torment, the absence is caving in
I´m playing Russian roulette with a semi-automatic
