I put my gloves on, I go outsideI rev my engine and I'm ready to rideI'm hyperactive, I'm on a tearI'm on the highway going who knows whereI feel explosive, I feel uptightI've got a hard on for some Violence tonightYou can't subdue me, I can't relaxDon't wanna be here when the virus attacksForget who you areForget where you've beenYou don't want to meet the real meI'm a psycho (like Norman Bates)Increasing pressure inside my brainCuts off the blood flow, constricting my veinsThe panic rises. I'm under seigeAt first you doubted me but now you believeDon't try to help me, don't hang aroundI'm not responsible for running you downLoss of control, possessed with hateYou try escaping but you tried it too lateThe medication has no effectOrganism that you'll never detectA bastard virus, first of its kindDon't know you've got it 'till you lose your mindI take my gloves off, my job is doneYou didn't listen when I told you to runI rev my engine. I head for homeUntil the next attack I'm finally alone