I know 
How this world
Works
When I look
Through the
Fog
And the madness
I can see
The nuts 
And the bolts
And the loose 
Screws
Spiralling
Under the table
Nesting
In the dust
After all
That's where
We came from
That's what we
Are
And trying to fight
The invisible forces
Is ridiculous
Because 
They're not 
Really there
They're simply 
A product
Of a man made
Stamp
Which echoes
Through out
Our subconscious
So much
That we can't hear
The song 
Of the wind
Or the messages
Of nature
Which were
All here
Before us 
And will remain
Telling our tale
Long after 
We're 
Gone