Rage - My Rage

My Rage

Ive been sitting, wondering.  WheremI to go ?
I spend time on too many things, turn my tides too slow.
I never felt so sick, thats all I know,
but when I hit my strings too loud
Then I wi will let my demons out
My rage - theres 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, thats all I know.
But when I hit my strings too loud
then I wi will let my demons out
My rage ...
Now I wi will let my demons out...
In my hour of darkness they wi will come again :
Fear, hate, frustration, desperation.
They are all so negative, but now Ill get them down,
Ill answer with my rage...