I long to find Utopia my fatherland unsung;
 Where girls confined in corsetry prevail beneath the sun
 I search inside perversion for the symbols of my heart
 For [bad word] of Paradise for luster in the dark 

 I search in implications for the gospel of [bad word]  For Paradise erected on the residues of [bad word]  I search in desecration for the stainless and unchaste
 For maidens of distinction to undress and consecrate 

 I search inside perfection for the wedlock of my soul
 For [bad word] of crimson to beget my spirit whole
 On weaves of silken carnage I shall recognize the sun
 sparkling star of scarlet which shall make the covert known
 
 I search inside dissention for Utopia profuse
 Where chastity surrenders to debauchery of [bad word]  I search before extinction for the salvage of myself
 For [bad word] of crimson to redeem my cloven self