You're on your own nownDressed in armournIf you run faster you'll forgetnnThey walked along the wallsnIt was strange enough just to cause an itchnTo lie right through my teethnExcept for my situationnMy love, I saw your warnIn the casting callnOn the way to Forum A.nAnd dazzled flies and flying linesnI know you never left the room, I know younnYour on your own nownDressed in armournIf you run faster you'll forgetnnThe strayers bite their tonguesnCause they feel the tingling violence in their lungsnBut I was forced to speak, proclaiming Golden shapesnThey hissed out the window, the finger princed a royal colournThen I heard several gasps: tell him to slither out!nnDown, down downnWhere are the stirrings of old?nI knew you had to lastnnYour on your own nownDressed in armournIf you run faster you'll forget