Both
How the men prod.
A chain I don't dare to pull.
My god,
am I the bear or the bull
or both?
A first victim.
They preyed upon all my worst instincts.
Vicious and indelicate,
ungracious yet hell-bent
on living.
How they prod.
A chain I am called to wear.
My god,
am I the bull or the bear?
In the fighting ring,
in the thick of things,
if I don't make it out
(if I don't even swing),
promise me one thing:
Bury me inside
the hole I dug myself.
I did this to myself.
The beast baited,
led astray and kept crated,
I confess, this is
more or less
a war to the death, to the death,
to the death.
A chain I don't dare to pull.
My god,
am I the bear or the bull
or both?
A first victim.
They preyed upon all my worst instincts.
Vicious and indelicate,
ungracious yet hell-bent
on living.
How they prod.
A chain I am called to wear.
My god,
am I the bull or the bear?
In the fighting ring,
in the thick of things,
if I don't make it out
(if I don't even swing),
promise me one thing:
Bury me inside
the hole I dug myself.
I did this to myself.
The beast baited,
led astray and kept crated,
I confess, this is
more or less
a war to the death, to the death,
to the death.