I will not go quietly
into a world as black as coal.
No, the shadows of apathy
are not found easily on my soul.
Though the angels of the darkness never rest.
They will try to keep me blinded and oppressed.
As long as there's a beating heart inside this chest
I will rage against the dying of the light.
I will wage a war of mercy and I will fight,
Until conviction drowns the weakness that is darkening my sight.
I will rage against the dying of the light.

I see the cold and silent stares.
I'm sick and tired of fighting back.
They're unaffected and unaware.
Without a reason to attack.
I believe it's time to wake up from my dream
If this world is every bit as lost as it would seem.
So I will rise up.
I will kick and I will scream
And I will rage against the dying of the light.
I will wage a war of mercy and I will fight
Until conviction drowns the weakness that is darkening my sight.
I will rage against the dying of the light.

Rage Against the Dying of the Light
-by The Cross Between