I'm in the fog
I'm in the fog, I'm in the silo
I've been in the fog,
I've fell into sorrow
From the fog to the meadow
the cliff and then black
In the boil of the river,
hoof bleeds in the water
Drink from the stream after the burden,
breed with the rustic herded
I'm in the fog
I'm in the fog, I'm in the silo
I've been in the fog,
I've fell into sorrow
From the fog to the meadow
the cliff and then black
Rust, nail, callous and hood
weathered and strong,
weathered and strong
But when the chaos rises
and when the chaos reigns,
the chaos rises,
the chaos is chaos
May the chaos bloom,
may the chaos rise,
may the chaos reign,
when the chaos is chaos
Load bearing, insecure,
cross-threaded,
begging for counterbore,
begging, begging