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...