Revolution Roulette

Текст песни Poets Of The Fall - Revolution Roulette <br/> If this machine doesn’t stop<br />What will you do if it never goes out,<br />Never goes out of season?<br />It never stops as it turns…<br />There ain’t no passion, yet it burns,<br />Introducing my prison.<br />Losing myself in this place…<br />Soon I’m gone without a trace,<br />( )<br />Freed with that final incision.<br />Look, my heart, it’s a bird;<br />It needs to sing and to be heard<br />Not this clockwork precision.<br /><br />And The Machine grows idiotic;<br />Who’s gonna be it’s ingenious critic?<br /><br />Everybody loves the perfect solution,<br />To beat the odds<br />Against the poorest possible substitution.<br />What you see is never what you’re gonna get…<br />Everybody’s playing Revolution Roulette.<br /><br />Leaves you no arguments to trade;<br />You can try the key or you can wait,<br />But the lock will not open.<br />So you’re left with sanity to lose<br />‘Cause the machine is a ruse,<br />Another invention to rule them..<br />It’s like a fistful of snake eyes,<br />A hand grenade with bye byes,<br />Like a million spent on nothing.<br />Look…<br />It’s kinda like a pick in their lock,<br />When you never went knock knock.<br />“Hello, anybody home? I’m coming in…”<br />With a touch of foreboding.<br /><br />And the machine grows parasitic;<br />Who’s gonna critisize the good critic?<br /><br />Everybody loves…<br /><br />Everybody has the perfect solution,<br />But it’s just hard to resist the sweet seduction.<br />There ain’t no trick to winning double what you bet…<br />Welcome to Revolution Roulette.<br /><br />Everybody loves…