Poets Of The Fall - Revolution Roulette
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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