| 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 |