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