Haze

I’ve got a fear of after and a healthy hunger
I’ve got what I need
I was put under a spell
I was told not to tell you anything
Consenting machine
Collecting what seems constant, constant
I’ve got a silver dollar that says I don’t follow
I can play in the streets
I don’t think about the end
I just ask where and when you want me
Consenting machine
Collecting what seems constant
I don’t know who would want
to live forever in this place
I don’t know who would want
to live forever in all this haze
I don’t know who would want
to live forever in this place
I don’t know who would want
to live forever in all this haze, in this haze