You can walk on by and I'll do the math
I think there's an even chance, you're a psychopath
For in my mind's eye, your insanity's cemented
Your actions and demeanour are clearly demented
Your aura's vile and your soul's pernicious
Your flailing fists and feet are naught but vicious
Maybe you were goaded and took the bait
Or maybe you're an evil vassal, fuelled by hate
I don't know you, I don't know who you are
Just keep your distance, be away and far
For though your victim's memory might be hazy
There's no doubt, that you're batshit crazy
Maybe, next time, the battered prey won't rise
Maybe, next time, someone bleeds and dies
You've sated the insanity and purged the wrath
But there's an even chance, you're a psychopath
