Sam, the weak accomplice,
He knew he had a choice,
He always startled easily,
With the sound of ever 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,
âCause they know sheâs 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,
Thatâs what you call defeat,
And in their darkest hour,
Itâs hard to breathe,
We try to catch up with the world,
But weâre so far out of reach
Weâre 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,
Thatâs what you call defeat,
And in their darkest hour,
Itâs hard to breathe,
We try to catch up with the world,
But weâre so far out of reach
I wish I had warned you,
Of this broken path,
With each step you take,
You know thereâs no turning back,
Weaklings never practiced,
What they preach,
They cower down below,
Thatâs what you call defeat,
And in their darkest hour,
Itâs hard to breathe,
We try to catch up with the world,
But weâre 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 weâre so far out of reach
1 | Better Place |
2 | Let Me Live My Life |
3 | Blow Me Wide Open |
4 | Fairy Tale |
5 | Happy Tragedy |
6 | Dying Slowly |
7 | Even Though I Say |