Lyrics Fiction Factory

Fiction Factory

The Hanging Gardens

It's hard to speak the truth

With a knife between your teeth

It's hard to make the peace with those you hate

For while you're spitting insults

At another person's back

You're planning for another future race's fate

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon (2x)

History bred a doctrine that time could not ignore

And it revealed the gaping holes that lay between

An on the other side of this life

You say "Hell's never worse than this"

But what you say, believe me, time can't heal