^DSam, the weak accomplice, ^EmHe knew he had a choice, ^DHe always startled easily, ^EmWith the sound of ever voice,

^DA pocket full of excess, ^EmThey take and take and take, ^DLeft him with a trigger pointed, ^EmStaring at his shakes,

^DAnd it goes on, ^Asus2And it goes on,

^DShe was given nothing, ^EmBut their selfish lack, ^DThey sleep with one eye open, ^Em‘Cause they know she’s coming back,

^DBut she will wait her turn, ^EmAbsent from concern, ^DThe furnace inside her, ^EmIt burns and burns and burns,

^DAnd it goes on, ^Asus2And it goes on,

^EmWeaklings never ^Dpractice, What they ^Ampreach, They cower down be^Clow, That’s what you call defeat,^Em And in their darkest ^Dhour, It’s hard to ^Ambreathe, We try to catch up with the ^Cworld,

We’re so far out of ^Dreach ^Em ^DLeaning in the dark, ^EmStands this faked man, ^DSlicing her with is words, ^EmAlways grabbing her with his hands,

^DAnd it goes on, ^Asus2And it goes on,

^EmWeaklings never ^Dpractice, What they ^Ampreach, They cower down be^Clow, That’s what you call defeat,^Em And in their darkest ^Dhour, It’s hard to ^Ambreathe, We try to catch up with the ^Cworld, But we’re so far out of ^Emreach

^DI wish I had warned you, ^EmOf this broken path, ^DWith each step you take, ^EmYou know there’s no turning back,

^EmWeaklings never ^Dpractice, What they ^Ampreach, They cower down be^Clow, That’s what you call defeat,^Em And in their darkest ^Dhour, It’s hard to ^Ambreathe, We try to catch up with the ^Cworld, But we’re so far out of ^Emreach

We try to catch up with the ^Dworld, We try to catch up with the ^Amworld, We try to catch up with the ^Cworld, But we’re so far out of ^Emreach

Saint Asonia - Trying to catch up with the world