Witless And White Knuckled – A Faith Called Chaos – letras

It’s when I’m not lookingThat I must fleet these blowsLike one arms afire,But the others not hitting homeYou could say that it’s up to fateThat there’s forces that move to our designBut I feign to leave it up to fateIn what others have madeIt’s not right,But no one cares anymore.It is the least of our worries nowI can’t trust anything,Least of all these hands I gave my selfI can’t keep my gloves upThe knockouts only inches awayAlready I’m out and overAnd pulled down by these wavesI’ve got right nowWitless and white knuckled,I’ve got right now.