Sangre En La Arena

Hey, let me introduce myself, I'm black
What does my name matter? I carry a number burned into my skin
I'm a slave, it doesn't matter how I feel
To the superior race, I must give my last breath
They say I'm good for one thing and nothing more
Kilos and kilos of pure muscle mass
Look at this genetics I've got, I'm a warrior
Damn my luck! They don't give me another chance
They feed me and treat me like a stallion
They say it's an honor, that I can't complain
When they grow up, they take my brothers away
And they never come back, I know well where they go
They kill their own kind, what can I expect?
They kill for money, for jealousy, for power
They kill for territory, they kill for the thrill
Or just for fun, and that will be my fate
And what irony that my killers call me an animal
I was born to die violently, there's no other way
I'm going to fight even if it's an unfair duel
Damn sadists! My bravery is added value

I can feel the pain, I hear the cries
The plaza vibrates, it's Spanish art
Red is the color, it's that smell
The smell of my blood in the sand

They've let me loose in a plaza, I have no escape
They've put a man in front of me dressed up like a peasant
Others come out and stick barbs in my back
And a guy on a horse does more damage with his lance
A crowd overwhelms me from the stands
They revel in my desperate agony
They're supposed to be the evolved species
I don't understand so much torture, I haven't done anything!
When I bleed, they cheer excitedly
I gasp, stressed out with nerves all twisted
With my tongue a foot from the ground, I'm exhausted
Overwhelmed, dizzy from a red rag
Do you think I feel nothing? That my pain isn't real?
Or do you not give a damn because I'm an animal?
I know time is running out and I know I can't escape
That's why I'm scared, because the end is near
So that people with combs and fans can have fun
Cattlemen get rich at my expense and sell you
That this isn't barbarism, that it's culture and tradition
It's money and... Justifies the abomination

I can feel the pain, I hear the cries
The plaza vibrates, it's Spanish art
Red is the color, it's that smell
The smell of my blood in the sand

And they’re surprised when the horns come
I have nothing left to lose, nothing
Now I know where to strike and I'm going to drag you on my journey
To hell, the last stop
I'm going to impale your torso on my horns
Like a fork in a sardine until
My antlers are stained crimson
And terror and frenzy reign among your kind
You wanted to show off with a fierce bull
But you won't be cutting off any more ears or tails
You'll leave in the arms of the plaza, the last thing
To hear the cries of your wife and the siren of the ambulance
This has been the fight of your life
You'll leave your family desolate and destroyed
Blood in the sand, nothing in your veins
Orphans and sorrows after your last performance
And what did you expect if you played with fire? Huh?
You ended up rolling around the ring
Who can deny it's a tragic end?
Though some of you can choose when to fight.