A) The Psychopath I planted my sugar in the dark hills where we walked as a boy of thirteen. Trapped on briars in the dark mills trying to bury that woman. Hid in a wood, tried to be good, was hidden by a friendly tree. My dream, my dream, you should have heard her scream Insisting she should know The way the madman goes Take me, she said, break me, she said, turn my head, churn me dead Let's do it like a madman would Didn't think I should it, didn't think I could it Nor would it I did it I did it and dug it She tripped, I flipped Was flauntin', was tauntin' My dream, my dream, you should have heard her scream Her face just had to be seen Carry body 'cross quiet night, where we want to take a look at my dream, She'd seen it, been it, Paid the price and there she lies B) is for butterflies (The psychopath met a little girl, maybe yours, and this is what happened and why