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