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