من از مظمون مقاله ی چگونه می توان متال.... خوشم نیومد...
به نظر من موسیقی متال یه نوع اعتراف به درگاه خدا درسته که انحراف توش هست اما همش که این طوری نیست
مثل:

Low Man's Lyric

My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall 'cause I let go
The net below has right away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
What is dawning to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
feel for flame
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah
is dawning to do, yeah
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Solo, the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
And I cry, to the alley way
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
One I've broken, to match my face
The trash fire is warm
No one's safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah
What is dawning to do, yeah
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Solo, the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forget me
o, you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins

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@Metallica.Reload
12)Attitude

Suppose I say, I'm never satisfied
Suppose I say, he cuts the roots
To make the tree survive
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once
I'm oh so born to die
Oh, I hunger
I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
I get a fever, what ever happened to sweat?
Suppose I say, the vultures smile at me
Suppose I say, I set them down they plan to pick you clean
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfactions here and gone
Gone, yeah, gone again
Oh, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
I get a fever, what ever happened to sweat?
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once for me
I'm born to die
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfactions here and gone
Gone, gone again
Yeah, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throwing all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
I get a fever, what ever happened to sweat?