Song, © by Michaël Lessard,
around 1994.*
I Don’t Like
My World!
My imagination
goes wild,
I fight and I die.
I scream and I
fly,
I love and I cry.
Lost inside my
joyful mind.
Nothing to lose,
everything to
find.
Your world doesn’t
have to be mine.
You don’t need to
worry,
I see quite well.
Our reality, makes
me angry.
I don’t like my
world,
I don’t like my world (repeat)
(The sad part: change of music)
We will teach our
children to stand all alone,
in a world so cold
of our own creation.
We are our own
creators,
we are the fucken
fools,
who perpetuate
desperation - apathy.
Don’t you dare
tell me who to blame!! Government and system.
The only way to a
speck of wisdom,
is to learn to
blame ourselves.
Blame
yourself !
We are our own
creators,
we are the fucken
fools,
who perpetuate
desperation - apathy.
(End
"Sad part" : change of music)
I don’t like my
world,
I don’t like my world (repeat).
(New part "Dimensional
Door" : dark, loud, gloomy music)
The seven are
running wild,
through the trees,
it’s getting so dark.
Searching for an
escape,
from the dirt of
this world.
Help me find the
dimensional door !
For I don’t feel
well, in your illusion.
Need a place where
my heart,
will cease pulsing
in pain.
(song with a short-breath or
short bursts, tight jaw, subtle angry)
No, I...
don’t like my world.
I don’t like my
world,
I don’t like my world (repeat).
(Sung more calmly)
and sometimes I’m
not sure,
maybe it’s just
that...
I don’t like
myself !
(loud and fucken clear)
I will be exposed
!
I will show you !
You don’t have a
choice,
I will change my
world.
* 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.