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…