(Music and Lyrics by P. Wagner)
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...
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...
