It's much too cold in Norway to play racketball.
So instead, I try to be creative with my adolesent fury. I also Headbang my head and play airdrums to my favorite music, or in the odd case: puncha random wall.That's a very good point you make, about how it's only a game until you experience it. That's of course all too true.
The thing with us crazy kids is that we don't see it in context with actual murders, for us, lyrics such as these are about telling everything we don't like about the world to get stuffed. I can only wonder how we'll view it all after someone close gets murdered. One of our friends from another board was recently shocked to find out that his cousin and a friend had brutally slain a 26 year old friend, severed his head and set him afire. Awful stuff.
Yet I don't think that we are lessoned by our often lighthearted approach. We do not mistake "burn the priest" with "freedom" or "fight the power." We're not ignorant to the meaning of the actual words. I think having been exposed to extreme words like this gives us a sobriety that can help sustain us in life, because this way we aren't caught off guard by the unknown when for instance death should take a friend, it's more a familiar thing, because we've thought about death before. Also listening to music that deals with the subject can also be very cathartic.
As I've said, usually I try to be more sophisticated with my lyrics than the ordinary metal writer. As a general rule, profanity has no place in my lyrics. I often find profanity in lyrics to be really unfulfilling and disgusting, weather it's used by some Death Metal-band, or our Leonard.
Also the beacon that the f-word creates can often take away from the message I try to convey.
I have tried to conjur the foul will and Fury of some ancient spirit of the desert, having a deep hate towards life.
Profanity would only sully the project. I mean, what self respecting 3000 year old egyptian Phantom would employ the word 'fuck?'
Axel
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