Four Winds

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
 There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
 There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight
 In an abandoned building where
 The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
 With 15 cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
 She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
 Four winds blowing through her hair
 But when great Satan's gone
 The Whore of Babylon
 She just can't sustain
 The pressure where it's placed
 She caves
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 The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran is mute
 If you burned them all together you'd get close to the truth
 Still, they're pouring over sanskrit under ivy league moons
 While shadows lengthen in the sun
 Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
 And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
 It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
 Four winds, cry until it comes
 And it's the Sum of Man
 Slouching towards Bethlehem
 A heart just can't contain
 All of that empty space
 It breaks, it breaks, it breaks
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 Well I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
 Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
 All the way to Cassadega to commune with the dead
 They said, "You'd better look alive"
 Now it's off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
 In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
 I've buried my ballast, I made my peace
 Heard four winds leveling the pines
 But when great Satan's gone
 The whore of Babylon
 She just can't remain
 With all that outer space
 She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves