Song, © by Michaël Lessard, around 1997-1998.*

:: Songs of Rage—In creation (unfinished)

:: Alternate titles "Compassion Burn" or "Now I Love My Pain"

It expresses the emotion underlying much of my desire to become an activist around 1997-1998.

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Dare I say it... I want to vomit this dirt inside.

I want to spew and explode.

Not my polite usual self.

Not the lies I hate.

Not the fucken silent illusion.

I can't scream what I feel, [fast & dark]

I don't think you could take it. [quick]

I can't scream what I feel, [id.]

that would break the silence.

I can't scream what I feel,

that would, put us in relation... [soft]

...

I fear what I need.

I run away so as to hurt myself some more.

Extreme isolation,

has given me extreme adaptation.

So now I love my pain.

My pain is all mine.

Can't be ripped away.

Been left alone in the center of the universe,

with millions of passers-by but no one I could touch.

Faded and dim, I thought I was dead,

but inside I've got the gift of survival.

My soul started burning

and now my soul is on fire with this rage to live.

If you know what I feel, then I guess you've chosen to live [clearly sung]

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I'd rather die free,

than live as a prisoner.

I'd rather die at the hands of the assassin,

than live as a silent coward.

This rage is unbearable

I've got a compassion burn.

Have I become too real for this world.

I'm I too real for this world.

I'm I too real for this world.

... (music)

I refuse to leave

There's no suicide here

They will not have this victory.

If all the bleeding souls choose to leave,

what will become of this world.

I feel humanity flowing inside my veins

they would deny me the right to feel this way

insane, is only what you fear

insane, is only what you fear.

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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.