What is This Cold, Horrid World?

The world is not as beautifal as it seems,

only held up with dreams.

The sky is no longer agleam,

more of just a coal seam.

This is not the place I want to be,

there’s something more out there that can make me free.

What is this new cold, dark valley,

counting the days behind prison bars with a tally?

This is not real,

this is not real.

It’s just a dream,

it’s just a dream.