"Rage, rage. Against the dying of the light. Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage. Against the dying of the light."
I can feel it drawing near I can smell the growing fear I can taste it in the air Long after you're not there
My voice just echoes off of all these empty walls Im surrounded My voice just echoes off of all these empty walls Im surrounded