movement, movement

They’re steady, steady breathers,
Who won’t lift a finger for the gasping weaker.
You just hoard your hollow completion,
Like it’s something wearing thin.
Like it’s gonna get you in, When heaven comes.

From The Hoard by As Cities Burn. Easily one of my top 5 albums. Easily one of my top 5 bands. The lyricism on the Come Now Sleep album leaves me speechless and knowing how well others say my thoughts better than I do.

I’ve blogged about As Cities Burn before, and I hope I never have reason to stop. Actually, for those of you who read my blog last year, you might remember that at that time my blog was named Steady, Steady Breathers. Few things are summed up so well as what those three words describe.

UPDATE: I just can’t help myself. Here are some more lyrics from the song Our World Is Grey that describe humanity so well:

He’s shooting god up in his arm through a needle.
And she’s putting cuts on her legs to bleed out the devil.
“Surely you will not die, eat and be like God.”
What have we done?

Say it, say it!
Say that this is all for redemption.

‘Cause our world is grey, world is grey.
We’re just swaying from side to side.
Our world is grey, world is grey.
We are thieves and saints alike.
But you don’t let go, don’t let go.
We keep swaying from side to side.
We all just sway, we all just sway.
But you don’t let go, you don’t.
You don’t.

The definition of Fallen Humanity: “Surely you will not die, eat and be like God”