Nuances are inconsequential
Unfortunately
I don't care
Enough to mitigate the imminent
Back flips end you back on your feet like you never left
I see red and lose all semblance of innocence
Volatile
For a while
But I'm a bull
I'm a bull
My fathers child
You would throw it all away
You would hold your nerve and break
You would break
You would break
You would break
You would hold your nerve and break
You would break
Fall asleep
And if I don't wake up it was meant to be
Lucid dreams
We live in alternate realities
Fisherman
Matador
Fisherman
Matador
Fisherman
You're the Bait
But where's the line again
My memories obliterate
Indefinitely
Volatile
For a while
But I'm a bull
I'm a bull
My fathers child
You would throw it all away
You would hold your nerve and break
You would break
You would break
You would break
You would hold your nerve and break
You would break