Hope Dies Last - Antagonize

The most beautiful

Are those blessed in revolt

Fist in the air

Engulfed in ideas

Soak a rag

Make a wick

There is no price

Too great

To be paid

A life at one

With raging storms

And songs turned up so loud

That you are carried right into them

No price

Too great

Die brave

Where being satisfied feels exactly the same

As giving-out

You laugh when they tell you

To settle down