Matador

When lonesome stood over me
A future shadow
Her ghost stood there, sang to me
Farewell, so long.

I'll awake you
From this living sleep
We'll walk the shore
Where you were born
In bed with me.

Pull the white sheet off your face
March forward, my son
A battle beyond frozen years
Only for dog's ears.

We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador.

A stained glass
of bovine eyes
Can see right through
Every `dreams-don't-lie'.

Letters will trace every step
Out of this world
With every ditch, every ditch.

We will be when you will be no more, no more.

Be no more
The Stained glass
Of the hangman's ass
Would've served you well
Now we're coming back.

Out of the weight
Of these ghosts
We'll jump the gates
And live to rise, we will rise.

We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador.

Let the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
What more can we give?
Let the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
Dead live.