Matador, **** the beast that run amok inside your psyche; the urge to throw in the towel then becomes natural.
Amigo, you are the problem, the bull is your creation you realize that too, but pretend it's just to amuse the audience, blood according to you, tickles! you are the harbinger of good times..hear the crowds roar.. they too, act as if they buy your story because you have the sword, and the power to **** but if you turn weak, slowly fall, they'll hail all bulls fell prey to your merciless sword