Blue-eyed Matador by Voltaire
Here, on the side by the wake
And I'm freezing
There is a light up ahead
And I rise and float through the air
Through a tunnel
Now the light's up ahead
Here, in a bullring I stand
Am I dreaming?
There is a bull up ahead
And I laugh, 'Ha ha ha'
I get it, I'm dead
And this whole charade's
A fight for my soul
Red, I feed
Much as I turn wild
Skeletal pick out old and stab
I lay at the beast
I lay, I lay, I lay, I lay
I lay my eyes on the Devil
Oh fate, once again I lay
I lay, I lay, I lay
There in the stands something grabs
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