Sipo Matador Lyrics

But the real answer to your question is that when it feels scary to jump, Ian

that is exactly when you jump

Otherwise, you end up staying in the same place your whole life

And that I can't do

Corruption climbs slow like a serpent on a chain

Sipo matador, tightens around the oak in disdain

Separate the wheat from the chaff with precision

Man don't strive for pleasure, only power's in his vision

It's not the plant itself, but the fruit that we seek

The harvest, the prize, not the roots underneath

Legacies rot while the tendrils advance

Sun God ambition, subconscious romance

I coil through the gap, uninvited and raw

The vine don't explain it just follow the law

Upward, it spirals, no conscience, no guilt

Just a hunger for the heights in the tower it built

Flaccid and placid, a priestly fear of passion

Feast on their children instead and hide the masses

It's a metaphysician's ambition to defend a hopeless position

Call me a villain, but that's just your bitch made disposition

You dickheads are gonna need some penicillin after this circumcision

Don't let me get into the position to murder your shit opinions

Y'all faker than politicians, I'm suspicious of your appearances

One has lived life carelessly

If he fails to see the hand that kills with leniency, it's all a mystery

The culprit's hiding in plain sight

But you gotta look twice

because they wear a mask, but it ain't the COVID type

It's the face of injustice that pulls the strings behind the scenes

They're the puppet masters controlling things

They're just marionettes dancing to their tune

They manipulate the system and then watch us consume their lies and propaganda

They used to keep us in line

They're the reason for the chaos and the reason for the crime

The herd is comforting like a warm plank in a night

But stifles creativity like a bird without flight

I'm innocent, but what does that matter nowadays

It's the age of the masses where they lay before anything that is massive

Let us strive to be the Ubermensch, this inner conquest

to break free from the chains of the common bench

But only then can we reach our full potential and create a world

that is truly existential

To rise above the mundane and embrace the sublime

Care is the basic state of Dasein and being a time

Life's an hourglass flipped, turned upside down

A speck of dust in the cosmos wears a rose-reeds crown

In the mind's abyss, the need sparks the lore

Unbox the door to the little boy seeking more

From psychotherapy's grasp, his spirit begins to pour

to romanticism where imagination soars

Manolete, the legend, yet timid as a child

Effeminate and weak, his nature still the guile

Close to his mother's side where life's mysteries compile

Yet the seed of greatness in him, silently a smiles

What if we reverse the tale and let destiny align

The acorn of a hero within, it would shine

At nine, he knew his path, his purpose so divine

Hung from his mom's apron strings, gathered strength like a vine

From the need to the boy, a path set in stone

Imagination's seed in his heart, it had grown

What else is a kid to do feeling alone

Knowing a two-ton black bull's horns would soon be thrown

The Sipo matador's fruit is bountiful, yet parasitic

It's pessimistic, but behind the curtain, all is mechanistic

Build your temples on cliff sides and burn your boats

Dromomania, incipit Tragodia

No mimesis, just megalomania