Revolution Roulette - Poets Of The Fall

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 its 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, cos 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

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 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

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 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

Everybody’s playing

Everybody’s playing revolution roulette

Revolution roulette