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



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...


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