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...