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 style.

Int he 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 too 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...




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