Burning Flag Birthday Suit

Don't open life alone Contact the empire solutionaries They cut the skin, they peel back the onion Reveal the ghostblood Fat black gas exudes Moves into the mirrored hall of empty values Canned sister Iowa Drive me to the changing room Where the counterfeit meets And brings its collection of orphans Leave them in the state grip The nurses hate them But it's up to you and me, my faithful sin-eater To give them a glorious light-bath And remove their wrapping Their burning flag birthday suit