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 style 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 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 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...