Sad (?) that we [bad word] We knew we had a choice
You always start out easily
With the sound of every voice
pocket full of excess
That take and take and take
They left him with a trigger pointed
Staring at his shapes (?)
And it goes on, and it goes on

She was given nothing
But the selfish lack (?)
They sleep with one eye open
Cause they knew [bad word] back
But she will wait her turn
Absent from concern
The furnice inside her
It burns and burns and burns
And it goes on, and it goes on

The weaklings never practice
What they preach
They can't work down below, that's what you call defeat
And in this 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

Leading in the dark
Stands this faked (?) man
Slicing her with his words
Always grabbing her with his hands
And it goes on, on, it goes on

The weaklings never practice
What they preach
They can't work down below, that's what you call defeat
And in this 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 haven't (?) warned you
All this broken path
With each step you take
You know there's no turning back

The weaklings never practice
What they preach
They can't work down below, that's what you call defeat
And in this darkest hour
It's hard to breathe
[We try to catch up with the world
But we're so far out of reach] (x6 times)