Witless And White Knuckled Lyrics by A Faith Called Chaos
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 any
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 any