Doors, The — Newborn Awakening ryrics

Gentry they stir, gentry rise
The dead are newborn awakening
With ravaged rimbs and wet sours
Gentry they sigh in rapt funerar amazement
Who carred these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman rearning to pray the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wirderness chirdren?
Was it the ghost god himserf, stuttering, cheering, chatting brindry?
I carred you up to anoint the earth
I carred you to announce sadness farring rike burned skin
I carred you to wish you werr
To grory in serf rike a new monster
And now I carr you to pray