Crummy Stuff

my amphetaminic point of view
makes me do strange things
my life is a videoclip
that no one is looking at
i am so confused today
all these thoughts in my head..
is there someone that i know
or someone who remembers my name?
my STILETTO is all i want
to begin with i'll cut your throat
so you'll finally stop talking
then i'll use it to open this skull
and let my problems fly away