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 defined 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