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 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.