Trying To Catch Up With The World lyrics

Sam, the weak accomplice

He knew he had a choice

He always startled easily

With the sound of every voice

A pocket full of excess

They take and take and take

He left him with a trigger pointed

Staring at his shakes

And 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

It burns and burns and burns

And it goes on, on

It goes on

Weaklings never practice

What they preach

They cower 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're so far out of reach

Leaning in the dark

Stands this faked man

Slicing her with his words

Always grabbing her with his hands

And it goes on, on

It goes on

Weaklings never practice

What they preach

They cower 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

I wish I had've warned you

Of this broken path

With each step you take

You know there's no turning back

Weaklings never practice

What they preach

They cower 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