Conflagration, by me, of course (V.C.D.A.)
LET THE OLD DREAM DIE When we were young the sky was often closer My hands could reach all the stars and my mind was a rover Sunshine kept always trying, but the night was my sole lover Life had no limits, under the sparkling dark I had a cover Then we grew old enough to find out the clouds just got colder The thunder is everlasting while fortune threatens to be over Joy was chased away and my humble hope sunk lower I aimed to the top, battled to become the best whilst sober I had the opportunities, though my decisions seemed to hover I crossed the way of perdition to expire my religion I learned to let go of addiction even to undress my soul of ammunition The world couldn’t help turning into a mere absurd fiction Embittered, I stumbled upon my fate’s eviction Sorrowed, I embraced the irony of contradictions Distressed, existence became the source of my greatest affliction Charmed by emptiness I erased all convictions Quiet and balanced I disco