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?