Why are things the way they are?
Look ahead or look back far
They are always as they seem
It's what men in white robes deem
Or so you think until the day
Until one of them tries to lay
His hands upon this thing called "fact"
And so the truth gets cut and hacked
Facts are only why they are
Until someone hits them with a car
Until they're smooshed and cracked and broken
They are but a single token
Reminted every several years
Changed despite the people's fears
So are facts really facts at all?
Or are they just a children's doll?
Played around with all day long
Waiting to be proven wrong