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