Loves of a Gnostic

Rip the badges from our breasts just like the others
Impenitent Brothers sway to the song
Of a new heretical dawn
We were right to fight
Subsumed by dumb clay
The sweet spirit must stay

I'm so...
I don't know, what's the word?
My grasp of the verb is a weak one
Your grammar's a playground for fun

Tear the emblems from our sleeves just like the others
Apostate Brothers, please stay for the dawn of a new day
Watch the sun come up from the mud
Our cups are empty
Our wine has turned to ether that's good and fine

Nothing does a body good like another body
Nothing does a body good like another body
Nothing does a body good like another body
Nothing does a body good like another body