I’ve been putting off heavy metal as you can probably tell by my jumping to glam rock and blaming it on Wikipedia. The trouble with HM is that there isn’t a metal that I’m not mostly ignorant of. Apart from the few exceptions that had the speed and cogency of punk or some quirk that took my fancy, there were a thousand denim clad disciples better placed than I

That’s the theory though and this is a writing praxis. I’ll apply the following rules to conform to the dictates of metal: it will be menacing or dark in some way, it will contain some of the rebellion or displeasure that defines the very real cod metal. We’ll still just have to see..

Stop You in Your Tracks

The fuddling of the feat to make it here 
the full intent to disappear
for you were sent and scent alone
overthrown where it's overgrown
I'm going to stop you in your tracks

Since the prints were washed away
a war on watershed  display
Broken branches of banking threat
reach for the usual rite of regret
stop you in your tracks
stop you in your tracks

The wending con they're sending COD
the distance dusting up 'tween you and me
The forks at which we talk
 as having taken this walk
 
The bullies fully loaded the pipes of peace corroded
ringbarked or railroaded
though you thought to make it out of this
even an avenue to ally with alleys thus 
[CHORUS]