Newborn Awakening The Doors

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind

Blood in the streets
In the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs
And the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love
In the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of
Phantastic L.A

Blood screams her brain
As they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born
In the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of
Mysterious union
Blood on the rise
It's following me

Indian, Indian
What did you die for?
Indian says nothing at all

Gently they stir
Gently rise
The dead are new-born awakening
With ravaged limbs
And wet souls
Gently they sigh
In rapt funeral amazement