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Poets Of The Fall - Revolution Roulette Lyrics

If this machine doesn't stop
What will you do if it never goes out,
Never goes out of season?
It never stops as it turns
There ain't no passion, yet it burns,
Introducing my prison.
Losing myself in this place
Soon I'm gone without a trace,
Freed with that final incision.
Look, my heart, it's a bird;
It needs to sing and to be heard
Not this clockwork precision.

And The Machine grows idiotic;
Who's gonna be it's ingenious critic?

Everybody loves the perfect solution
To beat the odds
Against the poorest possible substitution.
What you see is never what you're gonna get
Everybody's playing Revolution Roulette.

Leaves you no arguments to trade
You can try the key or you can wait
But the lock will not open
So you're left with sanity to lose
'Cause the machine is a ruse
Another invention to rule them
It's like a fistful of snake eyes
A hand grenade with bye byes
Like a million spent on nothing.
Look...
It'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 foreboding.

And the machine grows parasitic;
Who's gonna critisize the good critic?

Everybody loves...

Everybody has the perfect solution
It's just hard to resist the sweet seduction
There ain't no trick to winning double what you bet
Welcome to Revolution Roulette.

Everybody loves...