Your on your own now Dressed in armour If you run faster you'll forget They walked along the walls It was strange enough just to cause an itch To lie right through my teeth Except for my situation My love, I saw your war In the casting call On the way to Forum A. And dazzled flies and flying lines I know you never left the room, I know you Your on your own now Dressed in armour If you run faster you'll forget The strayers bite their tongues Cause they feel the tingling violence in their lungs But I was forced to speak, proclaiming Golden shapes They hissed out the window, the finger princed a royal colour Then I heard several gasps: "tell him to slither out!" Down, down down Where are the stirrings of old? I knew you had to last Your on your own now Dressed in armour If you run faster you'll forget How strange that our character is running from the very people who sent him away... It must be those that walk on the walls, those wall walkers put on a sick and frightful display...
