Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] Search for escape, but haze lines the way In one clarity, could we disappear? In all of this fevered mess That I'm lost in at best In machines that make machines that make machines So [Chorus] 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) [Chorus]