Rage against the dying of the...
what?
The dying of the light?
But the setting of the sun,
doesn't give me
sleepless nights.
Does turning on
the light in my room,
take away the gloom
from my soul?
No.

If not the dark,
what's the cause
of my restlessness?
What might,
day and night,
cause me such distress?
It's what I see,
staring back at me,
in the eyes of the people
that suround me.

Violence, deceipt,
contempt and defeat.
Apathy, vanity and hate.
Before my life passes by,
let me sound a warcry,
so we act before
it's too late.

Rage against the dying of Modesty.
The urge to be sliced open
for beauty is lost on me.
Rage against the dying of Conscience.
The selfish attitudes you show,
strike me as pure nonsense.
Rage against the dying of History.
Don't let your heritage become
another mystery.
Rage against the dying of the Strange.
Just 'cos you don't fit in,
doesn't mean you have to change.
Rage against the dying of the Heart.
Tear down the walls you built,
and let the healing start.
Rage against the dying of the Truth.
Don't accept the lies,
never asking for proof.

One last thing before I leave
the stage:
No matter what your
class, colour or age,
if you don't wanna spend
your life in a cage,
Rage against the dying
of your Rage.