He's gone. He's gone. He's gone for good, and he'll never be back again. He's gone. He's gone. He destroyed my mind, and my heart, and my faith in men. It wasn't the flood that drown him out, nor my confusion, nor my fear of heights, nor my babbling tongue that tried to explain just like at Babylon's site. It seems to me that there comes a time when the box is no longer square. And given a choice, and only one choice, cannot be justified as fair.