Four windsby-DY
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribeThere's people always dying trying to keep them aliveHis body's decomposing in containers tonightIn an abandoned building whereA squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girlWith fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirlShe's standing in the ashes at the end of the worldFour winds b<愛尬聊_讓生活聊出新高度>lowing through her hairBut when great Satan's gone, the whore of BabylonShe just can't sustain the pressure where it's placedShe cavesThe Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's muteIf you burn them all together you get close to the truth stillThey are pouring over Sanskrit on the ivy league moonsWhile shadows lengthen the sunCast all the school and 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 comesAnd it's the sum of manSlouching towards BethlehemA heart just can't contain all of that empty spaceIt breaks, it breaks, it breaksWell, I went back by rented Cadillac, and company jetLike a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my stepsAll the way to Casa Dega 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 peaceWith 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.