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Four Winds - The Killers
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

Squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl

With fifteen cans of spray paint and 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,She caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an's mute
If you burned them all together you'd get close to the truth still
They're pouring over Sanskrit on the Ivy League moons

While shadows lengthen in the sun

Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times

And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds sponsored links

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 Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I 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.

She breaks.

You better look alive.