Burning Flag Birthday Suit

Don't open life alone

Contact the empire solutionaries

They cut the skin

They peel back the onion

Reveal the ghost blood

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 it's 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