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.