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 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
'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

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 criticize 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