The mass is screaming
The animal is bleeding
They call this sport and culture
And wait for the death like
vultures
They let it bleed
Hate this sort of entertainment
I hate this f*****g butchery
I want to see the torero
crippled
Without eyes, teeth kicked out
Disembowelled, his dick broken
Castrated, legs ripped off, lame
His wife raped by
aids infected men
His children screaming in pain
Carnival carnage
I want to see the arena collapse
I want to see the
spectators burn
They let it bleed
Torero -
I want to see you dead
Cripple the f*****g bastard
Crush his
brain
With your hoofs stomp on his abdomen
I want to see his bowls
Splatter on the ground
The f*****g red cloth brown with
feces
And then p**s on the so called hero
Carnival carnage
I want to see you die
I want to see you die
I want to
see you die
I want to see you die
DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE