Smoke spills on a sky of lead I feel like it's all coming down If some chemicals could take us away Have some clarity And a hex on anything green Search for escape, but haze lines the way In one could we4 disappear In all of this fevered mess But I'm lost in at best In machines that make machines that make machines So We head for the hills Far from where chaos lives Such a feeling That this is all decay We know that we can't stay In machines that make machines that make machines So We head for the hills Far from where chaos lives Such a feeling That this is all decay We know that we can't stay