Innocence fermented beneath the red sun A thin layer of ghost between red and blue The obvious is in your blood Now, prostrate to insanity A cold, thick, stiff, razor-marked knife A man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man A man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man, a man Maladona is his pleasure, free from all shame Such a cold, thick, stiff, and so delightful insane No respect for a man's honour and dignity Theory is not undermined, tragedy is only made Maladona is his pleasure, free from all shame Such a cold, thick, stiff, and so delightful insane Innocence fermented beneath the red sun A thin layer of ghost between red and blue The obvious is in your blood Now, prostrate to insanity A cold, thick, stiff, and so delightful insane THE HERETIC Into my heart The left flow we are Into my heart The source is spirit Conscience, the end Here's the witness The end, the high Here's the witness Into my heart The source is spirit Conscience, the end Here's the witness The end, the high Here's the witness Corphine, I'm on corphine I'm a necromaniac Corphine, I'm on corphine My utopia Corphine, I'm on corphine I'm a necromaniac Corphine, I'm on corphine My utopia