Psychopath - Razor

I put my gloves on, I go outside

I rev my engine and I’m ready to ride

I’m hyperactive, I’m on a tear

I’m on the highway going who knows where

I feel explosive, I feel uptight

I’ve got a hard on for some violence tonight

You can’t subdue me, I can’t relax

Don’t wanna be here when the virus attacks

Forget who you are

Forget where you’ve been

You don’t want to meet the real me

I’m a psycho (like Norman Bates)

Increasing pressure inside my brain

Cuts off th blood flow, constricting my veins

The panic rises, I’m undr siege

At first you doubted me but now you believe

Don’t try to help me, don’t hang around

I’m not responsible for running you down

Loss of control, possessed with hate

You try escaping but you tried it too late

The medication has no effect

Organism that you’ll never detect

A bastard virus, first of its kind

Don’t know you’ve got it ‘til you lose your mind

I take my gloves off, my job is done

You didn’t listen when I told you to run

I rev my engine, I head for home

Until the next attack I’m finally alone