Would you take your eyes off the prize, if I told you it wasn't real…
or would you hold out for it to claim some day?
I can't believe it revealed, to place you in such a state:
Poorly attached to those things we can never take.
Take me.
You should take me on my word, your poison hands won't grasp the dream so:
Take…take me.
Even though I sound absurd, our frozen eyes can't see that world it made.
and then there's time…sweet "time": Bending all the things we see, even though we can't perceive 
it and that's why… oh why…
all the signs are in a fade, and there's no way to relay them back, so…
Take….take me.
You should take me for what I am: a "prophet on demand," come on and take…
take me…and if I start to speak absurd…remember that it's only words from here.
I want to fly like an eagle, fly like an eagle over…
I want to fly like an eagle, fly like an eagle over…my prize possession.
I want to fly like an eagle, fly like an eagle over…
I want to fly like an eagle, fly like an eagle over…my prize possession.
Lies…Lies…Lies…is all they want.
Lies…Lies…Lies!
They'll tell you lies…lies…lies…
They'll tell you lies…lies…lies…