As humans, we love grooves. Where there are grooves on the road, that’s where we usually put down our wheels, and let them roll down the path already prescribed for us.
Even when it’s not working out well.
Sometimes when I’m in a rut, what I need is a gentle acceptance and encouragement.
But other times, what I need is someone to kick me.
Mr. Hetfield is turning inward in his maturity — though his introspection isn’t exactly subtle or poetic.
Love is a four letter word
And never spoken here
Love is a four letter word
Here in this prison
I suffer this no longer
I’ll put an end to this, I swear
This, I swear. The son will shine
This I swear
This I swear
This I swear
You know what? Some days, warm and fuzzy just don’t work.
What I need is a sledgehammer, swung down at its most brutal force.
To crush my shell into pieces.