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

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...