Žodžiai dainai: Fall of Troy, The. 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 somethin' else, I hope that you lose it all,



Cause you were the one that made me feel better, in such a fucked up better way!



I don't understand what you say...



All this time you've known, such condescending tone, taste the tears of men.



Did it make you feel better then!?