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]