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See the brave toreador
Observing the brave bullfighter
Just look at him thrive
Witness how he flourishes
Off the crowd as they roar.
Away from the cheering crowd
For death brings a thrill
Death brings excitement
To the everyday lives of the
To those who aren't participating
"non-com" observers
People who don't take part
Who gloat and chastise
Who revel and criticize
My mind can't believe we maintain
Unable to comprehend why we continue
This barbarous blood thirsty game.
In this brutal, bloodthirsty activity
In their picturesque dwellings the aristo-classes
Rich classes in their beautiful homes
Spill blood that's not claret from cut-crystal glasses.
Spilling blood, not wine, in luxury
Never once pausing to contemplate why
Without ever pondering the reason
For vanity's victories innocents die.
Innocent lives lost for vanity's sake
No better than bloodhounds
No better than relentless pursuers
Hot on the scent
Acting like bloodhounds on a trail
They butcher their prey
Slaughtering their prey
When its' energy's spent
When it's powerless
My mind can't believe we maintain
Struggling to believe the continuation
This barbarous blood thirsty game.
Of this barbaric, bloodthirsty practice
Please show me this "sportsman"
Show me this supposedly skilled hunter
You mention with pride
Referred to proudly
With his dog to defend him
With protection and a weapon
And his gun at his side
Yet lacking bravery by hunting defenseless prey
If courage is the one thing
If courage is abundant
Your kind do not lack
Then hunt something capable of a fight
Then why don't you hunt something
A commentary on cowardice
That can fight you back?
Refusing to challenge equals
I see only cowardice ridden by guilt
Stained by guilt and cowardice
And your hands won't wash clean of the blood they have spilt.
Unable to cleanse hands of spilled blood
What measure of madness makes you all so ill
Questioning the madness behind pleasure in killing
That your passport to pleaseure's a licence to kill?
Asking why pleasure involves innocent deaths
So I won't waste my time trying to understand why
Not bothering to understand the reasoning
For vanity's victories innocents die
Reiteration of innocents dying for vanity's sake
'Cus you're all vicious bastards I'm sick of your crap
Labeling everyone involved as cruel
So I won't bat an eyelid when it's you in the trap.
Unmoved when they face consequences
I still can't believe we maintain
Still in disbelief about perpetuating this
This barbarous blood thirsty game.
The continuation of this brutal, cruel game
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