www.poetsofthefall.com Song Revolution Roulette by: 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… 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…
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