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 rouletteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
