Howling in rememberance, an animal has diednI'm hollowed out but resonant, a void is amplifiednAnd abandoned shynMy animus was lost I found, when I looked back in timenI can see the where and how, but I don't know the whynOr if it's right to trynThe best advice I ever had was leave what was behindnBut did i see some value there, or am i going blind?nIs it all in my mind?nLike when you want it easy and you've got an uphill climbnWhy would you give power to the ones who robbed you blindnYet another time?nYou've got a choice: it's the toro or the toreadornYour brides are not all as weak as what you take them fornThis mean arena is all the things it seems and morenWell that final day will come, it comes to everyonenThe accidents of birth can make it hard to speak one's mindnBut I believe there's power here, just not that I can findnAnd I'm not aimed on dyingnYou're in a dance and you must maintain unil it's donenYou've got a chance to retake a bit of innocencenYou didn't choose to commit, but you're committednSo put some passion in the play, because we all go anywaynTrying to find a fact to frame, a fully righteous firenEveryone wants body counts, and not just want to crynIs it alright?