Ah moonlight, it’s hard to believe it, and 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 yeah;
Bullsht and dreams, urban ease, it means, I always leave taunted

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

( D# – Db – G# – D# – ) x1

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

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

~Solo bit~
( D# – Db – G# – D# – ) x2
( A# – G# – ) x1

Wartime, it’s 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, think you can watch something change
and move on without ya. Side by side with doubt ya listen to the world exchange
conversation starters over various meats in the skyline of hell, where the tired retreat.

( D# – Db – G# – D# – ) x1

Let these chords ring
( A# – Db – G# – ) x1

Also here’s an interpretation of the lead riff:

e|6-8-9-8-6——-6-8-9-8-6————————-6——————-4-6—8—4—–4-6—8—|
B|————8—————8—8-9-8-9-8——-8—8-9-8———6-8————-6-8———–|
G|——————————————–6—————6—6——————————-|
D|————————————————————————————————|
A|————————————————————————————————|
E|————————————————————————————————|