Paroles: Soilwork. Figure Number Five. Figure Number Five.

Tell it to me now, close your eyes
'Cause they don't feel a fucking thing, 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
Till he hits the ground

Their eyes are shut side by side
And you can't do a single thing, 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 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
Till 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 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
Till he hits the ground