It's not the heat
It's the inhumanity
Plugged into the sweat of a summer street

Machine gun images pass
Like malice through a looking glass


The slackjaw gaze
Of true profanity
Feels more like surrender than defeat

If culture is the curse of the thinking class
If culture is the curse of the thinking class


Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again


Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied

Changes never end

The vacant laugh

Of true insanity
Dressed up in the mask of Tragedy
Programmed for the guts and glands

Of idle minds and idle hands

I rest my case...

Or at least my vanity
Dressed up in the mask of Comedy
If laughter is a straw for a drowning man

If laughter is a straw for a drowning man

Ceiling unlimited

Windows open wide
Look and look again


Feeling unlimited
Eyes on the prize
Changes never end


Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again


Hope is like an ancient river
The time is now again