A Cruel World
The world is ending, I see it in my dreams while I sleep
Homeless people fill up the streets, looking for a buck to eat
Only feelings of despair and defeat
There are drug filled streets only a few will meet
Some that kill, some that heal, and others tend to leave
The world is ending, I see it in my dreams while I sleep
The world used to be, sort of technicolor to say the least
Now, there's a price to pay in order to be free
I see, only feelings of despair and defeat
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