Testo Happy Tragedy

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
He left 'em with a trigger pointed
Staring at his shakes
And it goes on
It goes on

She was given nothing
But their selfish lack
They sleep with one eye open
Because they know she's coming back
But she will wait her turn
Absent from concern
The furnace that's inside her
It burns and burns and burns

And it goes on
It goes on
Weaklings never practice
What they preach
They cower down below
That's what they call defeat
And in their darkest hour
Its 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 her words
Always grabbing her with his hand

And it goes on, on
It goes on

Weaklings never practice
What they preach
They cower down below
That's what they call defeat
And in their darkest hour
Its 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

I wish i had of 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 they call defeat
And in their darkest hour
Its 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