Текст песни 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