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...