Why I don't Like Dashboard Confessional

I attended church today. I didnt know I was going to. Generally I would like to know before entering some sort of tabernacle or temple or... whatever. I thought I was going to a concert. I honestly thought that. I would put money into the guys hand, get a ticket, give that to some other guy, walk three steps, some dude would feel me up nice and gentle as to make sure that I was not packing any weapons and I would be let into the concert. But rather I entered a tabernacle for the teenage females of our age. I provided correct currency as to be allowed access into the most holy shrine, I brought the sacrifice to the priest, and then made sure that I was pure for entering the temple. So here I was with my dowery offered and my circumcision verified and then allowed to enter into the temple, the temple of Chris Corrabba, under the assumed godhead Dashboard Confessional. We awaited the appearing and at his magnificent manifestation the crowd stood in awe and complete joy to be sharing the same smoke filled air with the object of their affection, desire, lust, deification. They screamed and offered up praises; they worshiped the stage on which he stood. He was the beginning and the end; at his high notes the world trembled, at his screams the ground shook. Fourteen year old girls were shown god in the flesh and were awestruck by angelic beauty... no not angelic, his voice commanded the angels, at his voice the angels wept in unison with he as they mourned their youthful failed relationships. I saw little girls tonight worship a man who will soon die. I watched them pledge their love and hearts to a man who they will never speak with, a man whos voice they will never hear other than when filtered through the microphone. I watched them praise him and I felt the ground shake with their screams. I saw their bodies move and heard their voices crack. These are our new golden calves, these are our new babel towers, these are our wood, hay and stubble, and inside I wept in sadness, knowing that in justice and righteousness the Jealous One, may soon drop the match. Turn from this emptiness children... lets go home.