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I was watching a video and had things go through my head. The video is actually a music video though this may or may not fit the music. After watching the video I turned the volume off and just wrote based off what I saw or felt. So it could seem a little weird.

here is the video as to get the whole drift/effect it might be wise to watch. Maybe do it the way i did and watch it with sound then watch it without and then read my little thing i have going on.


The Band is Narrows.(Some of you might know the singer. He was the singer of Botch.) The Song is "Gypsy Kids" from the album "New Distances".


I think I'm gonna just title this "Gypsy Kids" as well. I think weirdly enough it still fits.


life is born dead
we keep our heads
held in our hands
these shears cut
the strings that maintain
maintain our fears

peel back the flesh

white snow grains
our tv screens
stars burn out
our eyes see
the white flashes
flashes of our lives

pull out our eyes

we all live
we live these lies
temporary like the flu
our birds breed swine
like these days
these days are our lies

permanence is our mind

like blood splatters
to gun shot victims
our hearts bleed
they bleed peoni
purely driven white
white the color of her eyes

passiveness kills slowly

staircase massacres
burn candles for the wax
she carves it all
including hands
tv screen nightmares
nightmares are her pride

pervasiveness is our god

she creates us all
with hammer and chisel
canvased in flesh
her vision in us rests
only known for the best
the best is usually death

punctured lungs speak truth

the faint whispers of breath
our life's bread
she's sutured our lips
given us our fix
with new hands we praise
we praise in her, she is the way