don't open life alone 

contact the empire, salutionaries 

they cut the skin, they peel back the onion 

reveal the ghost blood, fat black gas 

excudes, moves into the mirrored halls of empty values



can sister, high over 

drive me, to the changing room 

where the counterfeit reads 

and brings its collections of orphans



meet them in the stale crypt

although it says, hate them 

it's up to you and me

my faithful cynthia 

to give them the glorious life back and 

remove them back here

the burning flag birthday suit