shut up and shut down

Some things just hit a homerun in your system.

And food for thought, one of the rare screamo bands that I actually listen to for like one or two songs is actually a Christian band. IMAGINE THAT.

The lyrics are beautiful, but its so.... unchristian-ey. Imagine the church choir suddenly getting up with their metal instruments and screaming the Our Father and everybody holding hands and moshing.

Extremely, extremely, extremely disjunct.
My life feels so Brecht. (so is the video for the song below too btw.)


Writings on the walls by Underoath
Maybe we, why don't we
Sit right here for half an hour
We'll speak of what a waste I am
And how we missed your beat again.

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
And I'm short on time

How come you try
(that brings us home)
to fit the shape of
(and I pray for)
What they tell you
(You to move on,move on)
but mostly what they show you

At this rate we can't keep up
(I'm taking back all the things I've said)
(I'm taking back all the things I've said)

But I sure can't just sit still
(Keep me filled in and i swear I'll come)

We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
We walk alone
Back home Alone,
Back home

You're almost gone and I'm okay
(I still see your shadow)
To give you time to be afraid

But never your face again
I remember your presence

I hope to God you come down
I hope to God you feel this now
I hope to God you come down
I hope to...God

I know there must be some way out of here
And all of them will be waiting there.