Razor Psychopath
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 the blood flow, constricting my veins The panic rises. I'm under seige 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 'till 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
