The Matador

This is not your choice
 It wasn't yours to choose
 We may lose it all
 We might have lost it all
 And all the empty page
 The first words on the page
 This is the age of thieves
 The age of misbelief
 Round up the bulls, enter The Matador
 Look at the fools that we are fighting for
 Don't you come near, don't play me anymore
 Through the fear, oh Sarah, spring is here
 Oh tell me please
 What do you believe?
 We've been overthrown
 Our number overgrown
 Blown against them all
 It's us against the world
 And girl, how we age
 This is how we age
 Round up the bulls, enter The Matador
 Break all the rules is what we're fighting for
 Turn down the song, don't play me anymore
 All in all, there's something going wrong
 On and on, there's something going wrong
 All in all, there's something going wrong