Naomi Faith Brewer (heart, soul, and songs) ... Number 3 (Try To Catch Up With The World)
Sad that we could complice We knew we had a choice You always start out easily With the sound of every voice A pocket full of excess That take and take and take They left him with a trigger pointed Staring at his shapes And it goes on, and it goes on
She was given nothing But the selfish lack They sleep with one eye open Cause they knew 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
The weaklings never practice What they preach They can't work down below, that's what you call defeat And in this 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
Leading 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
The weaklings never practice What they preach They can't work down below, that's what you call defeat And in this 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 haven't warned you All this broken path With each step you take You know there's no turning back
The weaklings never practice What they preach They can't work down below, that's what you call defeat And in this 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