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...