Eyes Prize

You're an eyes prize

until they sell you a new disguise

A word to the wise

they ‘aint looking after you

You can still despise

what you need when they give to you

Spinning in the sky

Take a roll towards real

Wheel like a dervish

Each time faster it comes round again

Nobody knows where it stops

Or when it ends

You're an eyes prize

until they sell you a new disguise

Is it truth or lie

sometimes I still cant decide

Worldwide

the technicolor vibe