he was not mine he was not mine i saw him fall to the white sand in pamplona there was a matador a king he swung the muleta every heartbeat was a scream wish i was there wish i was there to turn the blade to wipe his tears to shield his bones and let the lightning gore my soul but nobody covers for a matador i am merely human my body covered in patterns can you feel the thunder when i bow and arch the veil the stars are dull arching the sun it s getting late they ve chained the moon now bet your coins tapando la cara con la muleta the sun never rises on a matador i am merely human my body covered in patterns can you feel the thunder when i bow and arch the veil  kneel kneel spoliarium a place to heal kneel kneel to the angels in high heels2