Poets Of The Fall - Revolution Roulette Lyrics
If this machine doesn't stop, what will you do if it never goes outNever goes out of seasonIt never stops as it turns, there ain't no passion, yet it burnsIntroducing my prisonLosing myself in this place, soon I'm gone without a traceFreed with that final incisionLook my heart it's a bird, it needs to sing and to be heardNot this clockwork precisionAnd the machine grows idioticWho's gonna be its ingenious criticEverybody loves the perfect solutionTo beat the odds against the poorest possible substitutionWhat you see is never what you're gonna getEverybody's playing revolution rouletteLeaves you no arguments to trade, you can try the key or you can waitBut the lock will not openSo you're left with sanity to lose, cos the machine is a ruseAnother invention to rule themIt's like a fistful of snake eyes, a hand grenade with bye byesLike a million spent on nothingIt's kinda like a pick in their lock, when you never went "knock knock, hello, anybody home?I'm coming in".With a touch of forebodingAnd the machine grows parasiticWho's gonna critisize the good criticEverybody loves...Everybody has the perfect solutionIt's just hard to resist the sweet seductionThere ain't no trick to winning double what you betWelcome to revolution rouletteEverybody loves...
