Alone & confused in the dark
With Vaseline on his eyes
Laxatives to drain his strength
Heavy tremor, the gates are open
Men on horses spear his body
While the matador dances on him
Bones & muscles, overloading
His bravery will soon be broken
He bleeds
They scream
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Three pairs of banderillas
Hang from the toro's back
Each of them, 3 inches sink
Rip and tear his flesh with every move
Exhausted, the animal screams in pain
While the matador holds his rapier
The sword pierces between his shoulders
To tear apart his lungs and his heart
He bleeds
They scream
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He says to himself, "Nothing will ever shake me"
He swears, "No one will ever do me harm"
His mouth is full of lies and threats
Trouble and evil are under his tongue
He lies in wait near the villages
From ambush he murders the innocent
His eyes watch in secret for his victims
Like a lion in cover he lies in wait
He lies in wait to catch the helpless
He catches the helpless and drags them off in his net
His victims are crushed, they collapse
They fall under his strength
He bleeds
They scream
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