They’ve
Got all this armor,
Again,
It’s armor
I’ve seen and it’s
Armor I see,
.
It’s armor
Goes
Into order
A
Pizza and it’s
Armor
At the cash
Register but I caught
A corner glimpse
Of the horse’s
Sweat written
Across
His eyes like
Nothing blank
And I
Couldn’t help but wonder
Was it you,
Was it you in there,
Dying.