the world is coming to an end
our wounds are to big to tend
we are losing faith and love
we have lost our little white dove
falling down to the ground
with a big crash and bash,
that travels around
we are falling down
cicrling to a deadly mound
little hope for us to go on now
we try to fight with a big pow
but we fail
as we are falling down
we are losing our counrty and town
can we make it out of hell
who are people goingto tell
our economy is on the run
as well as our sun
the world is coming to an end
what sign is god trying to send
many things are made of lies
i sthis when our planet dies
the end is near
is this when we all start to fear
cause the truth is here my dear
listen closly to the words
here is the end
the strings on our quilt are to,
destroied to mend
so here comes the end