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...