The Fall of Troy Mouths Like Sidewinder Missiles

All this time alone... I cannot go home...
Artificial friend, you reap what you sow!

You said it was a little of something else.
I hope that you lose it all,
Cause you were the one that made me feel better
In such a fucked up bitter way.
I don't understand what you say.

All this time alone you've known...
Such condescending tone...
Taste the tears of men...
Did it make you feel better than?