Rage
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage against the machines ,
that have conquered your mind
the routine , the monotone grind
you're a creature of habit , always defined
by comfort , by fear , not born but designed
to hate this existence , to mourn the decline
comfortably numb and conform with the times
theyve defeated your spirit and broken your spine
Freedom of youth was lost along the way
rebellious spirit turned soft and decayed
Hope for the future , all but erased
your astray heart , caught in a maze
you've accepted defeat and swallowed your rage
letting it eat you up and torment your brain
Cold Summer Rain , always the same
down in the gutter , pouring away
everythings hopeless , coldhearted , grey
we're lost in this System , locked in our Cage
stuck in our mould , orphaned by Fate
meant to broken
born to be slaves
so bite the hand
that feeds
fight against these machines
all thats left , are your dreams
still so bittersweet and naive
after all these years
after all this grief
undefeated - despite all their schemes
this voice in your head
this small , little thing
keepin' you alive ,
caught on the brink
between life an death ,
forever bent
survival instinct
our curse - our friend
We're stuck in these bodies ,
stuck with this Life
stuck in a System
that gives a fuck if we die
if we spiral down and cry
violent or kind ,
rioting or quiet ,
vile or upright
They dont care ,
they'll have us sentenced to time
wrongfully convicted
out of sight , out of mind
so whatever you do
with the rest of your Life
dont go silent
into that good night .
Dance on your grave .
Hold up the mirror
and show them their face
so ugly , pretentious ,
boring and fake
indoctrinated
and taught to behave
No sign of character
, hollow shells , wraiths
to be filled
with propaganda and hate,
whatever they do , whatever they say
In the End
the Truth
cant be erased .
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage against the machines ,
that have conquered your mind
the routine , the monotone grind
you're a creature of habit , always defined
by comfort , by fear , not born but designed
to hate this existence , to mourn the decline
comfortably numb and conform with the times
theyve defeated your spirit and broken your spine
Freedom of youth was lost along the way
rebellious spirit turned soft and decayed
Hope for the future , all but erased
your astray heart , caught in a maze
you've accepted defeat and swallowed your rage
letting it eat you up and torment your brain
Cold Summer Rain , always the same
down in the gutter , pouring away
everythings hopeless , coldhearted , grey
we're lost in this System , locked in our Cage
stuck in our mould , orphaned by Fate
meant to broken
born to be slaves
so bite the hand
that feeds
fight against these machines
all thats left , are your dreams
still so bittersweet and naive
after all these years
after all this grief
undefeated - despite all their schemes
this voice in your head
this small , little thing
keepin' you alive ,
caught on the brink
between life an death ,
forever bent
survival instinct
our curse - our friend
We're stuck in these bodies ,
stuck with this Life
stuck in a System
that gives a fuck if we die
if we spiral down and cry
violent or kind ,
rioting or quiet ,
vile or upright
They dont care ,
they'll have us sentenced to time
wrongfully convicted
out of sight , out of mind
so whatever you do
with the rest of your Life
dont go silent
into that good night .
Dance on your grave .
Hold up the mirror
and show them their face
so ugly , pretentious ,
boring and fake
indoctrinated
and taught to behave
No sign of character
, hollow shells , wraiths
to be filled
with propaganda and hate,
whatever they do , whatever they say
In the End
the Truth
cant be erased .
