You're on your own now
 Dressed in armour
 If [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] faster you'll forget
 How strange that our character [bad word] 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...