D#                             Db                       G#                      D#
Ah moonlight, it's hard to believe it, and it's harder to need it but so easily wanted
                                            Db 
Pretty machines, expensive magazines, I've been tricked into buying quite a number of things yeah; 
G#                                                        D#
Bullshit and dreams, urban ease, it means, I always leave taunted

     A#
And, you think you're a modern person, you think that you can ignore
                                    G#
silent isolation. My emancipation's in the same place you get yours
   D#                               A#                     G#         Db                G#      (D#)
Oh whiskey sipped supinely while my secrets escape. In the skyline of hell there are no fire escapes.

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D#                                   Db                                      G#                         D#
Punk songs, I thought that they were different and I thought that they could end it. No, no it was a deception.
                                                       Db
Well the number of tears, and the number of beers were dried out and uncounted for a number of years, but
G#                                              D#
these days it seems that my window was just a reflection.

       A#
Still, you think that you're not a servant, you think that you can avoid 
                                           G#
stylish institution, worshiping illusion. Things you thought you could destroy.
    D#                                A#                       G#          Db           G#         (D#)
Oh, crowded, loud and crimson was my view from the pit. I was wild, I was weird, I was shackled to it.

~Solo bit~
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( A# - G# - ) x1

D#                         Db                                  G#                         D#
Wartime, it's so easy the fourth time, but on this side of the shoreline we've already recovered.
                                         Db
Pretty machines, expensive routines, are clouding and obstructing quite a number of things.
  G#                                                       D#
Believe me, it's harder to feel these days. It's harder to suffer.

     A#               
And, you think you're a modern person, think you can watch something change
                                                   G#
and move on without ya. Side by side with doubt ya listen to the world exchange
D#                         A#                   G#         Db              G#          D#
conversation starters over various meats in the skyline of hell, where the tired retreat.