The scream of metal, is the scream of 'stop!' I must find my own control, my own voice.
The problem is that it can continue in the vein of being the steamrolling ego monkey eating all in it's path. To find the balance of shutting it down in the self when it has brought about the state that it is intended for. The ability to have a voice. To put down that stick of extremes and find one that is less destructive. To not be the reflection of the reason for the rebellion as a form of rolling thunder.... that is ultimately as negative as the thing rebelled against.
The very point of metal, one might say. to find the sword, the space, the place in the self and bring it up to match the load on the self. But go no further in that direction.
The trick is to know that is it's point. Then, to not live it anymore. To find the way past it. To not remain in the projection of force as a method and way.
Some continue the quest, they don't get trapped in the moment.
As one commenter for the short little 'song' said:
I would like to give everything I have for only 30 more seconds of this song.
I don't romanticize my past. I recall it when necessary... and shed it's cloak, as the step, the period of being - that it is.