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 buttons 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 buttons 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 heels