Metallica songs are incredibly depressing. Whenever I hear one I can't help but ask myself; "what kind of dreadful world do we live in where it's possible to make such vast sums of money peddling godawful crap like this? Where is the justice when so many bands with real talent that haven't got Lars Ulrich in them are struggling to make ends meet while these comedy metal fucktards are raking it in? What's the fucking point of existence if it means I have to share a universe with music this bad?"
But then I just think of the day when I will get to smash Lars Ulrich's face in with a cricket bat and then set James Hetfield's twattish biker-wannabe beard on fire while I empty a revolver into the chest of the one who looks like Steve Buscemi and suddenly the depression goes away