First there was the fable of the bull

Told by the picador
Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core

An apple core an apple core an apple
Core an apple core an apple

Next our minds were supping up the horrors

That our vicious master's whip

Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip
Wickedly hip wickedly hip wickedly
Hip wickedly hip wickedly

In an instant her face became so plaintive

And I watched as she transformed
Into the Black Amaranth

The Black

I espied

In a window framed in brass
The story of her condemnation
Portrayed in the stained glass

In the stained glass glass
In the stained glass in the stained

Glass in the stained glass in the stained
Glass
In the stained glass