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