The Dream Archipelago s burning

"This city's burning - that's not my burden" ("Letterbomb", Green Day)

(Evaporate, you dirty cheapskate!)

Flying on the candy-cotton clouds once you got your head in,
Sweet words drenched in poison and iron claws under the skin,
Golden happy hours in the champagne bath of lies -
Serving rottenness inside for pleasure seeking flies.

The Dream Archipelago's burnt - the stars're bright unlike before.
Wrath of the bill you get, return of the blood you swore.
The fire from the inside, kept in the cage for far too long,
Wiping the dust of illusion - dull ache like being newborn...

And there's no hope anymore - lying with a broken whisky bottle on the floor,
Counting last blessings, picking out a sore
Of the sick, shapeless heart - that numb and bore.

(Evaporate, you dirty cheapskate!)

Breaking the chains of comfort - you better get prepared,
Sleeping outside in the rain of truth, but you shouldn't be scared.
No more safety room to hide, no more plastic shoulder to cry on -
That's the price you pay, next step to moving on...

And there's no dreaming anymore - sobering frost down to the core.
Help or woe, friend or foe -
The win's in vain when you think that much for the score.
Under the closeness blanket reclaim your power to restore,
Leaving delirious pictures of future you previously asked for.

(Evaporate, you dirty cheapskate!)

* - о времени после серьезных перемен, момент этакого "опустошения", когда прежнее осталось позади, а новое ещё не пришло.