Catch Me If You Can

I'm playing detective Trying to keep track of The truth that becomes even more Elusive as I go further. Into the depths of a psyche Of a psychopath who's lost his way. It is so easy to lose him When you're in the desert, Thinking that your eyes and legs Are fast enough. You're unprepared for this job, Even though you still have the persistent belief. But he knows, he can feel it When you lose your way because That's when he's free. And you're the one who's chased after. Neither of you can find a way out Of the vast desert, you're sweating In panic, and your thoughts have become The blaze that you fight over. Even if you win, you lose, and the mere thought of it Hurts. But, the belief. It's still there. The question is who's cold enough To handle it. You or him, your psychopath.