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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 Letras de cancionesI 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 From Letras Mania