Trying To Catch Up With The World - Saint Asonia

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 pointin'

Starin' at his shakes and it goes on

It goes on

She was givin' nothin'

But their selfish lack

They sleep with one eye open

'Cause they know she's comin' 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

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're so far out of reach)

Leanin' in the dark, stands a spaken man

Slicin' her with his words

Always grabbin' 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 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 turnin' 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