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 ungenious critic?
*Refrão:
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 critisize the good critic?
*Refrão
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...
*Refrão
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