Текст песни Adam Gontier - Try To Catch Up With The World

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

Weaklings never practice what they preach,
They cower down below, that's what you call defeat
And in the 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 the 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 the 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