A Faith Called Chaos - Witless And White Knuckled

It’s when I’m not looking

That I must fleet these blows

Like one arms afire,

But the others not hitting home



You could say that it’s up to fate

That there’s forces that move to our design

But I feign to leave it up to fate

In what others have made



It’s not right,

But no one cares anymore.

It is the least of our worries now

I can’t trust anything,

Least of all these hands I gave my self

I can’t keep my gloves up

The knockouts only inches away

Already I’m out and over

And pulled down by these waves



I’ve got right now

Witless and white knuckled,

I’ve got right now.