Figure Number Five - Soilwork

Tell it to me now, close your eyes

Cause they don’t feel a fucking thing

You gotta memorize what you felt

When you lost your wings

Your line is mesmerized, condition’s paralyzed

Your chance to live is emphasized

Nor a truth nor a lie

Burn your flag, figure

The disciples of God want you to die

Figure Number Five

Caught in the hands of a human lie

Figure, Figure Number Five

Give it up, never stop

'til he hits the ground

Figure Number Five

The fifth wheel in a cynical time

Figure, Figure Number Five

They won’t stop, they won’t stop

'Til he hits the ground

Their eyes are shut side by side

And you can’t do a single thing

They will cease their time passing by

Sucking blood out of kings

Burn your flag, figure

The disciples of God want you to die

Burn your flag, figure

The disciples of God want you to die

Figure Number Five

Caught in the hands of a human lie

Figure, Figure Number Five

Give it up, never stop

'til he hits the ground

Figure Number Five

The fifth wheel in a cynical time

Figure, Figure Number Five

They won’t stop, they won’t stop

'Til he hits the ground

It’s such a drag, I can’t do nothing always there

I feel my welfare’s burning…

Figure Number Five

Caught in the hands of a human lie

Figure, Figure Number Five

Give it up, never stop

'til he hits the ground

Figure Number Five

The fifth wheel in a cynical time

Figure, Figure Number Five

They won’t stop, they won’t stop

'Til he hits the ground