Outrageous

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave close to day. Rage... rage against the dying of the light. The wise man at their end. No dark is right cause their words had formed no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage... rage against the dying of the light. Chasing the rage If you want to deny faith Gotta fight the night There is no time to wait Noone seemed the same Or where to choose the place Till my very last day OUTRAGE I took my own path Now you call me outragous, audacious Cause I want more than just being famous Greatness neither praised for ages what my aim is I let you understand what the source of my rage is Tasting the rage if you want to deny faith Got to fight the night There is no time to wait Noone seemed the same Or where to choose the place Till my very last day OUTRAGE