Old Song for Headmusic

I’m purging myself of several traits and thoughtforms that no longer work well. In the process, Metallica’s Until It Sleeps serves well as my head music. Such an old song, and I don’t even exactly remember how it goes; but it’s there looping in my head because one deranged dj left the booth for a tinkle but not before hitting the autoplay switch on — think guitar riffs, wailing leads,  pounding drums, slapping bass plus the Metallica hair before Mr. Hetfield decided to go for a cleaner, scrubbed image.

Here’s the lyrics I culled online.

Until It Sleeps (Metallica, ca. 1996)

Where do I take this pain of mine
I run but it stays right by my side
So tear me open, pour me out
The things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me, so hold me until it sleeps

Just like a curse, just like a stray
You feed it once and now it stays
How it stays

So tear me open, but beware
The things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me until I’m clean

It grips you solely, it stains you solely
It hates you solely, it holds you solely
Until it sleeps…

So tell me why you’ve choosen me
Don’t want your grip, don’t want your greed
Don’t want it
Tear me open, make you gone, no more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me, so hold me until it sleeps

I don’t want it…NO

Tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the hate still shakes me, so hold me up
until it sleeps
Until it sleeps…