There's people always dying, trying to keep them alive There's bodies decomposing in containers tonight, and in an abandoned building where Squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl, with 15 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 When great Satan's gone, the *** of Babylon She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed She can't, she can't The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Koran is mute If you burn 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 Walking over fences, crossing poverty lines, four winds cry until it comes And it's the song of men, slouching towards Bethlehem A heart just can't contain all of that empty space It breaks, it breaks, it breaks 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 Casadega to commune with the dead They said, you'd better look alive And I was off to Old Dakota where a genocide sleeps The black hills, the badlands, the callous east I buried my boasts, I made my peace with four winds leveling the pines But when great Satan's gone, the *** of Babylon She just can't remain with all that outer space She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves, she breaks You'd better look alive You'd better look alive