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.