Revolution Roulette Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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 

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