Cranking The Sirens Lyrics - Figure Number Five - Soilwork

Underneath the surface 

He's bound to be back for more 

Keep your eye on the trigger man 

His hands are shaky, 

Trying to find the score 

Well, I see you have another friend 

To drag down the hall 

Watch him bleed on this freakshow Monday 

Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul 

And there it goes 

He's so close to a remedy 

A painful host of his time 

And he'll never show to the world 

How his life's supposed to be 

Drenched by the dark in his mind 

Now there's nothing 

But silence surrounding him 

Providing the contents of his unique 

Misanthropical friend 

Well (won't you tell) 

If there's ever gonna be 

A state for your well-hidden art 

Watch him breed on this freakshow Monday 

Watch him crank the sirens tearing up his soul 

He believes in silence 

He believes that this is the end 

He can't hear the sirens cause 

Silence is the greatest sleep of them all