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 fire inside her It burns and burns and burns
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
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 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 practiced 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