Pretty Machines

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, bullshit 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 emancipations In the same place you get yours Oh, whiskey sips are piling while my secrets escaped In the skyline of hell there are no fire escapes 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 accounted For a number of years But these days I fear that my window was just a reflection Still, you think that you're not a servant You think that you can avoid The stylish institution, worshiping illusions 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 it One time, it's so easy the fourth time But this side of the shoreline, we've already recovered Pretty machines Expensive routines Butted and obstructed 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 you Side by side with doubt you Listen to the world exchange Oh, conversation starters over various meets In the skyline of hell where the tired retreat