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