Title: Cranking The Sirens
Subtitle:
Artist: Soilwork
Album: Figure Number Five
Author: Soilwork
Copyright: Soilwork
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Notices: tabbed by schwermetaller@gmx.de

Tempo: 181 BPM
Tracks: 2
Instruments:
Bars: 96

Lyric

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 (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

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

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

And there it goes
He's so close to a remedy
A painful host

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

And there it goes he's so close to a remedy
A painful host of his time