Garbage Born In A Burial Gown Lyrics

Born In A Burial Gown Lyrics

Sibilant and 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 and 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 and 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 and similarly lost 

Too many decades misfit and mislaid 
In
innocence, a tender legend of prey 
Parades Her second coming, now they're
running afraid 

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial 
She was the
light of the world going down 
War-torn, forlorn and 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 would take Jesus 
Bless foot
forward and all... 

Sibiliant and at last 
The circus crawled away

With another lover in its arms 
Dancing on Her grave...