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Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribeThere's people always dying trying to keep them aliveThere's bodies decomposing in containers tonightIn an abandoned building whereThe squatters 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 hairBut when Great Satan's gone... the Whore of Babylon...She just can't sustain the pressure will displaceShe cavesThe Bible's blind. The Torah's deaf. The Qu'ran is mute.If you burned them all together youd get close to the truthStill theyre pouring over sanskrit under Ivy League moonsWhile shadows lengthen the sunCast on a 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 comesIt's the Sum of Man slouching towards BethlehemA heart just can't contain all of that empty spaceIt breaks. It breaks. It breaks.SongtexteWell I went back by 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 now its off to old Dakota where a genocide sleepsIn the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused EastI buried my ballast. I made my peace.Heard Four Winds leveling the pinesBut 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. Aus Songtexte Mania