[Verse 1]
First, there was the fable of the bull
Told by the picador
Then, an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core

[Hook]
An apple core, an apple core, an apple
Core, an apple core, an apple

[Verse 2]
Next, our minds were supping up the horrors
That our vicious master's whip
Was serving us in rituals, nefariously hip

[Hook]
Wickedly hip, wickedly hip, wickedly
Hip, wickedly hip, wickedly

[Bridge]
I had to don a disguise to see her
Sneaking through the snaking hallways to her chamber
I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision
Of she and it engaged in defiling of the sacred
In an instant, her face became so plaintive
And I watched as she transformed into the Black Amaranth
The Black Amaranth
The Black Amaranth
The Black Amaranth
[Verse 3]
The next morning, I spied
In a window framed in brass
The story of her condemnation
Portrayed in the stained glass

[Hook]
In the stained glass
In the stained glass, in the stained
Glass, in the stained glass, in the stained
Glass