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