Four Winds
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribeThere's people always dying trying to keep them aliveThere are bodies decomposing in containers tonightIn an abandoned building whereA squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girlWith fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirlShe's standing in the ashes at the end of the worldFour winds blowing through her hair
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of BabylonShe just can't sustain the pressure where it's placedShe caves
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is muteIf you burned them all together you'd be close to the truth stillThey're poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moonsWhile shadows lengthen in the sunCast on a school of meditation built to soften the timesAnd hold us at the center while the spiral unwindsIt's knocking over fences, crossing property linesFour winds cry until it comes
And it's the sum of manSlouching towards BethlehemA heart just can't contain all of that empty spaceIt breaks, it breaks, it breaks
Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jetLike a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my stepsAll the way to Cassadaga to commune with the deadThey said, "You'd better look alive"And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleepsIn the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused eastI buried my ballast, I made my peaceHeard four winds leveling the pines
But when great Satan's gone, the whore of BabylonShe just can't remain with all that outer spaceShe breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves