Moonlight
It's hard to believe it, it's harder to need it
But so easily wanted
Pretty machines, expensive magazines
I've been tricked into buying quite a number of things:
Bullshit and dreams, urban ease
It means I always leave taunted
And you think you're a modern person
You think you can ignore silent isolation
My emancipation is in the same place you get yours
Whiskey sipped supinely while my secrets escape
In the skyline of hell there are no fire escape

Punk songs
I thought they were different
I thought that they could end
No, no it was a deception
The number of tears and the number of beers
Were dried out and uncounted for a number of years,
But these days it seems like my window was just a reflection
Still you think that you're not a servant
You think that you can avoid
Stylish institution, worshipping illusion
Things you thought you could destroy
Crowded, loud and crimson was my view from the pit
I was wild, I was weird, I was shackled to it

Wartime
So easy the fourth time
But on this side of the shoreline
We've already recovered
Pretty machines, expensive routines
Are clouding and obstructing quite a number of things
Believe me, it's harder to feel
These days it's harder to suffer
And you think you're a modern person
You think you can watch something change
And move on without you, side by side without doubt
You listen to the world exchange
Conversation starters over various meats
In the skyline of hell where the tired retreat


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