Ceiling Unlimited - Rush

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

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 …

Hope is like an ancient river

The time is now again …