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Burning Flag Birthday SuitDon't open life aloneContact the empire solutionaries They cut the skin They peel back the onion Reveal the ghost blood, fat black gas exudes Moves into the Mirrored halls 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 |