Lyrics Figure # 5 - Soilwork

Figure # 5

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