Haze in The American Scene

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