Fiction

Yeah...

Before the slaughter time stood still

A man looked down from the top of a hill... from the top of a hill

He said: I hold two sticks, one is much shorter, which one belongs to me?

Facing the world when you're down and out

And you've lost your will to seek understanding

And your family has disappeared

And what you see is what you know

There was a day when the sun cut through the clouds

No voices were raised and no hands were bound... no hands were bound

He said: I hold two sticks, one is much shorter, which one belongs to me?

Facing the world when you're down and out

And you've lost your will to seek understanding

And your family has disappeared

And what you see is what you know

If this feels real then think again

This could be fact, it could be fiction

If this feels real then think again

This could be fact, this could be fiction

He said: I hold two sticks, one is much shorter, which one belongs to me?

Facing the world when you're down and out

And you've lost your will to seek understanding

And your family has disappeared