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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