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 are 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

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

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