Four Winds The Killers

[Verse 1]
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep 'em 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

[Verse 2]
The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'ans 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
It's knocking over fences crossing property lines
Four Winds, cryin' 'til it comes

And it's the Son of Man, slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks
It breaks
It breaks