[Verse 1: Bless]
You see my eyes, dog?
The black labrador
Guide you through the labyrinth of peace and war
From Izmir back to Californ', where the devil's just a matador
Made his fortune off of blood sports of every form
Tango dancing with the stolen horns
So never teach a pilgrim how to reap corn
But I'm reborn each mourn, from out the trauma of the past
Yes I reached forth till the blood of all my demons finally streaks the floor
I say I'd rather be a bull than a matador
Rather be a bull than a matador

[Chorus: Bless]
If the matador doesn't get gored wasn't a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored wasn't a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life

[Verse 2: Bless]
Sugar skulls of bulls lull the fools in trance
A holy day where the dead hold hands and slow dance
Roses in their teeth for the reaper they romance
Middle finger eagle, I rock it on both hands
The Shahmen who's at home from Venice beach out to Rome
Mania in my bones, made Bran Castle my home
Take everything I own and sell it all to my hoes
Bamboozle my foes and share it all with my bros
[?] blood sucked I spit it all in my poems
[?] lock up and suddenly blow up
When I first wrote Mark swear nobody gave a fuck, sat dust
Blood, sweat and tears I've gushed over the years
Where insomnia would last for months
The reason marijuana, marathons' my love
But it's a must that I never let the dust corrupt
Blew the dust off the the sawed off my lies become
So from dust to dust, it's in us we trust
I wonder what's the crux of all of my come ups
Hard work and passion, maybe some dumb luck
And finding life lessons in all of my fuck ups
[Chorus: Bless]
If the matador doesn't get gored wasn't a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored wasn't a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox for my whole life