Soilwork - Figure Number Five

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 till 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

It's such a drag, i can't do nothing always there
I feel my welfare's burning...