Trying To Catch Up With The World

Sam the weak accomplice

He knew he had a choice

He always startled easily

With the sound of every voice

A pocket full of access

They take and take and take

Left him with a trigger pointing

Staring at his shakes

Said it goes on

It goes on

She was given nothing

But their selfish lack

They sleep with one eye open

`Cause they know she`s coming back

But she will wait her turn

Absent from concern

The furnace inside her

And it burns and burns and burns

And it goes on,on

It goes on

The weaklings never practiced what they preach

The coward down below

That`s what you call defeat

And in the darkest hour

It`s hard to breathe

We try to catch up with the world

But it`s so far out of reach

So far out of reach

Leaning in the dark

Stands a spaken man

Slicing her with his words

Always grabbing with his hands

And it goes on,on

It goes on

The weaklings never practice what they preach

The coward down below

That`s what you call defeat

And in the darkest hour

It`s hard to breathe

We try to catch up with the world

But we`re so far out of reach

I wish I had warned you

Of this broken path

With each step you take

you know there's no turning back

The weaklings never practiced what they preach

The coward down below

That`s what you call defeat

And in their darkest hour

It`s hard to breathe

We try to catch up with the world

But we`re so far out of reach

We try to catch up with the world

We try to catch up with the world

We try to catch up with the world

But we`re so far out of reach

We try to catch up with the world

We try to catch up with the world

We try to catch up with the world

But we`re so far out of reach