The Understanding of Metal

I’ve got so many of them, and I just can’t stop,
I have no idea, how this will end up,
They can be evil, about Satan and death,
But can also be fun, about parties and magic.

Whenever they play, I’m lost in a place,
For an eternity of time, hours or days.
They’re made of metal, rock, and roll,
But rock is much more worth than gold.

Usually, people just don’t understand,
That music is metal, played by a band.
I know they scream, shout, but there’s nothing like it,
The music changes your mind bit by bit.

If you ever try and actually hear,
You’d see that it is unnaturally clear.
The beats of the drums, when it gets played,
Can just not be copied, or false made.

The guitars, the leaders, are so good,
And the bass holds the rhythm and gives it a mood.
When it’s all mixed together, it tears in me,
I’m burned, and smashed with fire, and I can’t see.

It is pure talent, it cannot be felt,
If you’re just stupid, and it can’t cause you to melt.
Metal can only cause happiness and glee,
It is a mystery, cannot be solved, so just let it be.

I feel as if I stand on a cliff, in the highest place in the world;
Looking down on the earth, mighty and illuminated,
I’m chained in the rhythm of the instruments,
Metal is mighty, it can never die, it keeps its young years.