[Verse 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
If culture is the curse of the thinking class
[Pre-Chorus]
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again
[Chorus]
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end
[Verse 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
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
If culture is the curse of the thinking class
[Pre-Chorus]
Ceiling unlimited
World so wide
Turn and turn again
Turn again
[Chorus]
Feeling unlimited
Still unsatisfied
Changes never end
Never end
[Verse 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
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