It's not that I've became rebellious, or I'm potting, or I'm plotting for world destruction. It's not that I wanted or have killed anyone, or opened anyone's guts and hearts, or ripped someone else's eyes. It's not that I wear black t-shirts or black nail-polish or black make-up, or that my room is filled with porno posters and that I play hard-core metal music every morning that it disturbs the whole building. I still appear the normal, everyday, person. But I love listening to hard-core death metal.
It's that freedom amongst this robot-life that death metal music gives me. In this world, where we can't shout our lungs in a public place, and that we can only keep our feelings numb so that we can continue doing our work and obligations, death metal is the medicine for it. Since it's only in these violent lyrics that we fulfill our frustrations and hate to the world, it's only in these arrangement of inconsistent notes that we fulfill our hidden fantasies, it's only in dreaming that we fulfill the impossible.