Runaway - Black Market Karma

I’ve been watching you with beaded eyes

Got a proposition for your disguise

Why don’t you lose your mask?

And let it all hang out

You’re a puppet of sick imitation

A tool for someone’s entertainment

I hope you feel big now

What will you say back home?

They try to define you

I feel it undermines you

For all you’ve got they’ll try and mine you

Why don’t you heed my warning?

Because it’s not too late

I don’t want your body

No I don’t want your posessions

I don’t feel that

It’s not my intention

All I wanna touch is your mind

Leave reservations behind

You say I’ve lost my way

You think I’ve lost my way but I know where I want to stand

And yes I believe you must understand that I’m smiling at your mess

When your scene

It crumbles and falls

It’ll be just a screen revealed to all

Standing in shallow dimensions

It’s frail appearance on show

For your digression girl

Here’s my suggestion

Don’t feed expectations with all your aggression

Just keep your cool and walk away