Estocadas

Natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is
 Some fucker took what's mine and now he's acting like she's his
 Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift
 Oh-oh, oh-oh
 Such a stupid offering, what it's meant to symbolize?
 Hostile immobility, is that something to prize?
 Floodlights generate a hum, render sleeping [?] myth of man
 Oh-oh, oh-oh
 The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door
 This summer's been nothing but rain
 Nature is writhing in her own filth again
 Took the bus to Plaza de toros on a dare
 You cried all through the bullfight and cursed me for taking you there
 Riding back in silence to the hostel thinking only
 Only estocadas
 The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door
 This summer's been nothing but rain
 Nature is writhing in her own filth again