Garbage - Born In A Burial Gown lyrics

Sibilant & macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in
Skies litten with five-pointed stars
The work of crafts surpassing sin
As She graced Her window ledge
- An orphaned gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest´s bed
Skin flushed with sipped absinthe -
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken´s peak
Tried once concealing Hell
A snow white line of divine freaks
In riot, where they fell...

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
For seven days & seven festival nights
What wicked wonders lie within the comfines
Of the panther´s den

She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue
The restless spirit of Christmas to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
Than gingerbread men

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn & malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown

Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
In a carnival of souls sold & similarly lost

Too many decades misfit & mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of prey
Parades Her 2nd coming, now they are running afraid

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn & malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown

Now She moves with a predator´s guile
Beyond the firelit circle of life
She soothes your cold heart for a while
Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife
She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case
Espied by Her cross on the wall
And should She awake, through embrace or mistake
She´d take Jesus
Bless foot forward & all...

Sibiliant & at last
The circus crawled away
With another lover in its arms
Dancing on Her grave...

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