Bull

I see bulls, I see the horns I feel the ground shake beneath Accompanied by thunderous roar That strangles all the air in between I'm holding my breath Paper thin in constitution, stripped and laid bare I waited and lost Thinking everything is ending, everything does I'm all dressed up against the world It's fashion for a melted brain Betting that you can't hurt me If I only ever feel the same I'm holding my breath Paper thin in constitution, stripped and laid bare I waited and lost Thinking everything is ending, everything does Here comes the turn I'm worn out on arrival Here comes the turn So bring on the bulls The great karmic reversal of all that is good The feel of the horn That's twisted in the absence of anything warm Here comes the turn I'm worn out on arrival Here comes the turn