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...