Loves Of A Gnostic کے بول

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