Song, © by Michaël Lessard, 1991.*

I wish the city was painted,

all the colors that we wanted

I wish the city was painted,

all the colors that we wanted [sung soft and long]

But sometimes my mind is so black,

'cause I can't get rid of this vision, [sung loud]

of a cold world thats' got no wisdom !

It's such a cold cold world.

It's such a cold cold world. [repeat]

[sung with a different rhyme]

You know deep down that God exist,

but you'll pretend you're atheist.

You know damn well the magic is real,

but you'll pretend that you don't feel.

There are rules that tell you how to be

but they never teach you to use your heart.

God I hate my society

Technology and apathy

Is the game of modern society.

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* Copyright - The text above cannot be used in whole or in part without the consent of Michaël Lessard responding to miclesgeo[at]yahoo.com or 1-418-254-6448 (no.225). If both the e-mail and phone number fail, this means I have died and you must ask the living person in charge of my belongings (refer to the Quebec-Canada government).

Hint : I would like some of my texts to be used by actual bands.