Opium

Karma, Karma –
It drives insane pushing so far.

No word is said, the look is so wistful.
Asleep is the mind, but body is wishful.
This game of chance arouses excitement
But wicked rules stipulate payment.

Karma, Karma –
It drives insane pushing so far.

Can't run away – the Karma will chase you.
What can be done to stop ruthless pursuit?
One can't avoid deserved retribution,
No spell can bridle its indignation!
Never gets Karma off the right trail.
Karma will win, the deeds will unveil,
Back we will be sent to the arena
To play once again the same scene forever.