[Verso 1]
It's not the heat
It's the inhumanity
Plugged into the sweat of a summer street
Machine gun images pass
Like malice through the looking glass
The slack-jaw gaze
Of true profanity
Feels more like surrender than defeat
If culture is the curse of the thinking class [x2]
[Pre Coro]
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again
[Coro]
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end
[Verso 2]
The vacant smile
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 [x2]
[Pre Coro]
[Coro]
[Conclusi�n]
Winding like an ancient river
The time is now again
Hope is like an ancient river
The time is now again