The Prize

Fucked up nigh, empty packLack of imagination, no more lightsRunning tap sounds like Niagara fallsSilhouettes in the frame,A double take decisionGrab the key,Seems my feet are rushing to the doorI've been lied to by the nightLead around in circlesAm I taking too much timeA rhyme so lost in riddlesYou're the prize,You're the prize, the prizeYou're the prize,The prize, the prizeYou're the prize,Moving fast, when did cabs get little televisionsLooking back through the glassAt the footprints on he snowAt the red people cross like a parade of nothingIt's too much, wanna stop it like a video, videoI've been lied to by the nightMade the wrong decisionsThought I finally got it rightDon't these drums have rhythm?Don't these drums have rhythm?You're the prize,You're the prize, the prizeYou're the prize,The prize, the prizeYou're the prize,Don't these drums have rhythm?I've been lied to by the nightLooking back, moving fast, fastOh, I, I've been lied to by the nightYou're the prize,Don't these drums have rhythm?You're the Prize, the prizeYou're the prize,The prize, the prizeYou're the prize