| I put my gloves on, I go outside
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| I rev my engine and I’m ready to ride
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| I’m hyperactive, I’m on a tear
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| I’m on the highway going who knows where
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| I feel explosive, I feel uptight
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| I’ve got a hard on for some violence tonight
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| You can’t subdue me, I can’t relax
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| Don’t wanna be here when the virus attacks
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| Forget who you are
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| Forget where you’ve been
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| You don’t want to meet the real me
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| I’m a psycho (like Norman Bates)
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| Increasing pressure inside my brain
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| Cuts off th blood flow, constricting my veins
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| The panic rises, I’m undr siege
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| At first you doubted me but now you believe
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| Don’t try to help me, don’t hang around
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| I’m not responsible for running you down
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| Loss of control, possessed with hate
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| You try escaping but you tried it too late
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| The medication has no effect
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| Organism that you’ll never detect
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| A bastard virus, first of its kind
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| Don’t know you’ve got it ‘til you lose your mind
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| I take my gloves off, my job is done
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| You didn’t listen when I told you to run
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| I rev my engine, I head for home
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| Until the next attack I’m finally alone |