You're 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...