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