Black Box

Run, baby, run, though the damage has been done
Played with the winners, but really you're the one that's losing the fight
It happens all the time
Soft was the bird that whispered to the wind
Greed will ignite and burn you from within
Not much survives
Evil the prize

Please
I feel so far away
All of your deals have meant
Nothing to me

Run, baby, run, moving closer to the end
Built to a height, the only way is down
Here comes the fall
How does it feel?
Where will you hide with nowhere left to go?
Art is defiled by masters of the world
They're pulling the strings
Cutting down everything

Please
I feel so far away
All of your deals have meant
Nothing to me
Here
I flew too far from home
Now that my wings have gone
Thrown to the sea

Run, baby, run, though the damage has been done
Played with the winners, but really you're the one that's losing the war
What were you fighting it for?