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Soilwork
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Infernal Gathering
Infernal Gathering
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sven Karlsson
Sven Karlsson
Songwriter
Björn Strid
Björn Strid
Songwriter
Peter Wichers
Peter Wichers
Songwriter

Lyrics

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 'til 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 (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 'til 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 It's such a drag (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 'til 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
Writer(s): Peter Leo Rickard Wichers, Bjoern Strid, Sven Morten Ragnar Karlsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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