Rush - Ceiling Unlimited

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 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 Turn again Feeling unlimited Still unsatisfied Changes never end Never end 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 If laughter is a straw for a drowning man Ceiling unlimited Windows open wide Look and look again Look again Feeling unlimited Eyes on the prize Changes never end Never end Winding like an ancient river The time is now again Winding like an ancient river The time is now again Ceiling unlimited World so wide Turn and turn again Turn again Feeling unlimited Still unsatisfied Changes never end Never end Winding like an ancient river The time is now again Winding like an ancient river The time is now again