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...