Interpret:

Poets Of The Fall

Album:

Revoulution 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 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 revolution roulette