My rage

I've been sitting, wondering. Where am I to go?
I spend time on too many things, turn my tides too slow.

I never felt so sick, that's all I know.
but when I hit my strings too loud
Then I will let my demons out

My RAGE - there's danger in my smile.
My RAGE - no, this is not my stile.

In the suburbs of my mind lives a gang of four
joining me from time to time in my mental war.

I never felt so mean, that's all I know.
But when I hit my strings to loud
then I will let my demons out

My RAGE...

Now I will let my demons out...
In my hour of darkness they will come again
Fear, hate, frustration, desperation.
They are all so negative, but now I'll get them down,
I'll answer with my RAGE...