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...