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