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
Left him with a trigger pointed
Staring at his shakes
And it goes on
And 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
And it goes on
Chorus
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 is words
Always grabbing her with his hands
And it goes on
And 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 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
Em (Deixa Soar)