With the 4 winds they come above Blasting out from the sky Whereabouts unknown or so it seems With an education on our backs Prophets said that we must fight Mistakes genetically they once did make so follow through with a cause unknown to you In the desert moon I see the truth We are one or so I'm told It's not you it's just me in my head Gibborims are at the gates again Pack all that is of worth For the rains will beat us down for 40 days And forty nights But it's alright On mountain high And their crawling out of my head Like she falls out of my bed...everyday And their falling out of my skin With their sycophantic grins It's not just you I think it too A tempting moon Room with a view