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 wine
 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