Cursive’s We’re Going to Hell

Don’t tell me what you’ve done
Because I don’t want to know
You say it’s not so hard
Just let your conscience go

You’re flashing me that politicians grin
You got your image squeaky clean
You’ve such a fetching smile
But my, what sharp teeth

We’re going to hell, we’re going to hell
We’re going to hell, we’re going to hell

So show me some remorse
Show me a little guilt
Don’t tell me we’re just animals
Awaiting our next kill

I’ve been disciplined by religion, by fear
So I can’t quite seem to keep my thought pure
I’ve a hunger for the deviant
And a thirst far worse

We’re going to hell, we’re going to hell
We’re going to hell, we’re going to hell my friends

So what’s that something sinister inside
We act so civilized
Devils in tuxedos
Our sordid hearts are far too hard to hide
What’s that beneath the floorboards?

Boom boom
Boom boom
Boom boom

We’re going to hell, we’re going to hell
We’re going to hell, we’re going to hell

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Today was my first run in Monteverde, with Johanne, Amy, and Beth. We coasted down the dusty, enormous hill leading up to the Estacion, finally hitting the pavement at the bottom when this song came on my iPod as my eyes glued themselves to the approaching brilliant scenery of the cloud forest expanse in all its glory.

I’ve always loved Cursive since first hearing the staggering album The Ugly Organ back in high school, as dark as their songs may be, for a reason I could never put my finger on. I suppose that listening to the desolate staccato tune of “We’re Going to Hell” as I bore witness to this landscape was almost ironic. Kasher chastises the eccentricities and duplicity of the religious man and yet somehow at that very moment I felt so incredibly close to a Higher Being than I have in a while - we could scrape the skies if we sprinted hard enough. Whatever it may be, with the howling wind expanding our lungs and viridian dripping in every corner, I felt ineffably human, alive, and present. Heavenly, maybe?

Perhaps subtle sardonicism can synthesize new angles of light to the things of beauty we already experience in our lives. Or it could just coincidental, quien sabe. However, I do feel like I’ve been here before.

“I’ve a hunger for the deviant, and a thirst much worse…”

-339