Figure Number Five — Soilwork

Tell it to menow, 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

Chorus

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...