Get psycho, I wanna get psycho
Get psycho, I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna get psycho
Run you little bitch
I want your power glowing, juicy flowing,
Red hot meaning of life.
It's not enough to have a little taste
I want the whole damn thing, now
Can you dig it?
Need to get psycho
Want to hear you say it
Say you want it, need it
Don't wanna wait until we finish the show
It's not enough, you hunger for more
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you wanna get psycho with me

You know people always underestimate me. They look at me and see some computer geek that doesn't have the balls to do anything. They think I am some nice guy pushover who wouldn't hurt a fly. They think that I am some all forgiving Saint in the making. They think wrong.

They look at me and discard me as a threat so fast that I don't even have to hide what is growing inside me. If they only looked in my eyes then they'd know the truth, but the fools never do. They think, "good ol' Sugar would never do anything bad." Then they cross me and find out the truth.

People in this world think that they can hurt people and get away with it. They think that they can lie and cheat and deceive and not get caught. They don't have a clue. I'm not some backwoods hick! I'm not stupid! I know what they are doing and when they aren't being honest and faithful. I knew when Matt was doing it. I knew when Evan was doing it. I knew when Kanyon was doing it. I knew when Jeff was doing it and I also knew when Jay did it… my current boyfriend.

You know… I have known Matt and Jeff for longer than somedays I wanna remember. So you would think that Jay would know that I can see through those little white lies. "Shane you know I don't love Adam anymore, but he's been my best friend forever. He needs me now and I have to be there for him. Shane he's scared and depressed. He thinks that everything will pass him by while he's out. Shane he was drunk I swear I didn't kiss him back. He bit my neck before I could stop him. Shane, baby, what are you doing here? It isn't what it looks like!"

People say that you are twisted Jay Jay. People say that you are the one I should watch out for, but ya know… I think they got it backwards. I learned some of the GREATEST things from Jeff. Pain, torment, torture, how to cut someone so they won't bleed to death right away, how to hurt someone without crippling them, how you could kill someone and enjoy every delicious second, how the sound of a scream can be more beautiful than any song… all lessons from the master Hardy and trust me I was a VERY GOOD student.

Get psycho, I wanna get psycho
Get psycho, I wanna wanna wanna wanna
I wanna get psycho
Scratch my itch
Give me your power glowing, juicy flowing,
Red hot meaning of life.
It's not enough to have a little piece
I want the whole damn thing, now
Can you dig it?
Need to get psycho
Want to hear you scream
Tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you
After we finish the show
It's not enough
You listening whore?
You're one twisted little fuck
And now you want to get psycho with me

Here you are. All naked and shaking and if I was a different kind of man that would turn me on, but you see I'm not into this because it excites me. Sex is sex and murder is murder Jay Jay and never should the two be mixed. Lifting a throwing knife out of the pouch on my hip I raise my arm, placing the sharp blade to the skin covering your chest and draw it downward. Immediately the blood begins to drip from the wound which is deep enough to draw blood and yet not deep enough to require stitches.

I smile as you curse aloud knowing that it hurts. Your words move me, but not in the way that you want them to. They tell me that I am accomplishing what I set out for, but fail to draw the remorse that you are hoping for. Raising my arm again I draw the blade down your chest slightly deeper this time and marvel at your screams. You always were a vocal person Jay Jay. When we fuck the whole world knows it, and if there was anyone here to listen… Looking down and to the left I smile at the pile of flesh on the basement floor of Matt's home. Adam has already gotten what he deserves and poor Matty doesn't even know that his lover has left this world… well his spirit has anyway. His body will take quite a long time to decompose.

I was quite fascinated with the man in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I wondered if you could really skin someone's face from their head. I am afraid that I didn't quite get it right the first time, but maybe Jay Jay the second time it will go better. Pressing the tip of the knife into the flesh of his gut I press hard sinking the knife in until I would be unable to get it out even if I wanted to, which I don't. I start the timer on my watch knowing that I have only about 15 minutes from here until he passes out. Isn't it funny that even our longest fuck fests didn't last any more than that small amount of time? Apparently Jay Jay is not going to be any more fun in his death than he was in his life.

I can feel the blood flowing through my veins spilling on my soul
And now the hunger's getting bigger
Come a little closer now pretentious whore and pull my trigger
Free the violence that is building in me
I say now end of the ride murder suicide is how I've been feeling lately
Come a little closer now pretentious whore,
I'm reeling with a feeling that I can't ignore
Come a little closer now pretentious whore,
I'm reeling with a feeling that I can't ignore
Come a little closer now pretentious whore,
I'm reeling with a feeling that I can't ignore
The need to get psycho
Is not a question to me

But as I watch the blood flowing from the few wounds I put there I already can feel the hunger over taking me and admit that I don't really need more than 15 minutes to finish this anyway. Taking another knife out of the pouch I press it against your chest wishing that I could take your beating heart from your body because you surely are not using it for anything good. Keeping your waste of a life going is not justification for its prolonged use. But I know that such an act would surely finish my fun long before I am ready so I content myself with carving intricate designs into your flesh listening to your screams until one flows into the other creating a symphony of sounds.

Dipping my free hand into a salt bag I come back with a handful so that I may literally rub salt in your wounds as you did to me time and time again… although much more figuratively on your part I admit. I hear a sound like running water and looking down I can see that you have peed yourself and I smile. I think this is the first time I have been able to pull such a reaction from someone. I feel as though I have reached some milestone in my life.

After throwing a handful of the salt onto the urine I go back to my work seeing that I have only five minutes left before your consciousness leaves me. Stepping forward I lean in almost touching our lips, but not quite. I remember that I had such hope for you, but just like all the others you proved that you are nothing more than human. Made of flesh and blood and faults… many faults and many failures, you are and never will be any match for someone like me. I am a saint you know. Ask anyone they will tell you.

In the last few moments of having you with me and alert, I decide to start in on some real pain and picking up an already bloody machete I swing it low smiling as one of your legs falls to the ground with a thud. With the last of your energy you scream and as I bend down to pick it up tossing it into the pile of Adam's parts I smile listening to the sound of my work die in your throat.

Easily I make short work of the other leg then lay down my machete for a moment picking up different knife I make quick work of the flesh and muscle covering Jay Jay's chest. I am working automatically know having done this part before. After the bone has been exposed I pick up Matty's jigsaw and smile. He was so proud when he bought this like he was the next fucking Bob Villa or something, little did he know that it will send him to jail for the rest of his life for two murders.

Steadily I work until finally I am rewarded. Easily I cut more tissue until Jay Jay's still warm heart is lying in my hands. Smiling I put it in a jar sealing it tightly and putting it into a backpack before finishing up my work. When I am done Jay is laying in pieces with Adam in a nice pile and just in time. Looking around I smile lifting the gas can and the lighter. Poor Matty is going to lose his precious house to go with his freedom. Just enough fire to burn away any traces of me, but not enough to get Matty off the hook.

As I walk outside I breathe in the fresh North Carolina air and throw my head back laughing deep. Matty's going to jail. It wasn't really a hard decision. I needed a scapegoat and well… after the fight that Matt and Jay Jay had a couple weeks ago, the choice seemed obvious. By the time anyone thinks about me I will be happily ensconced at the Mansion (that would be the Playboy Mansion for those of you unsure) so that I have PLENTY of witnesses for my heartbreak when I get the news.

The funeral will be terrible for me, but I will brave it and the trial and by the end of my performance no one will even give my love for Jay Jay a second thought. It will be hard moving on, but I will do it… when the time is right… or maybe I won't. Maybe I will stay single for the remainder of my life in loving tribute to my fallen lover. Lifting the jar holding Jay Jay's heart I sigh. I should have known it wouldn't work out, fore there really is no mortal man good enough for a superhero.

Get get get get, get psycho
Get get get, I wanna get psycho
Get get get get, get psycho
Get get get, I wanna wanna wanna
Get psycho, get get get
I wanna get psycho, get get get get
Get psycho, get get get
I wanna get psycho, wanna wanna wanna wanna

THE END!