Soilwork - Cranking the sirens

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
(Of his mind so divine)
And he'll never show to the world
How his life's supposed to be
Drenched by the dark in his mind
(Of his mind so divine)

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 bleed on this freak show 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
(Of his mind so divine)
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
(Of his mind so divine)

And there it goes
He's so close to a remedy
A painful host of his time
(Of his mind so divine)
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
(Of his mind so divine)