I like Folk Metal because it shafts Thatcher and violins give me a hard on.
An example is in order.
This is shallow pointless angst:
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Lies you spit are harmless to me!
Your spite! Your greed! Your envy!
Why do you stoop so low?
Am I the last to know?
WHERE'S YOUR BIG MOUTH NOW!?
HOPE YOU'RE FUCKING PROUD!
Do you like your bruises!?
NOW YOU MAKE NO SOUND!
WAS YOUR LESSON LEARNED!?
NOW THE TABLES TURN!
What were your intentions?!
To hell with you! Now BURN!
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Taken from the first BFMV song I clicked on from Darklyrics.
This is poetic righteous indignation:
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Youth of our nation - A lost generation
Like lepers we march to the chimes of Big Ben.
Exiled and rejected by powers elected
Our cries from the gutter don't reach number ten.
Give us this day our daily bread
Before the headlines read "bring out your dead."
Chip-wrapper flowers are blown onto this cardboard grave
My spray paint epitaph upon the wall it says...
"Here lies the bones of some poor homeless vagrant
He died as he lived, in the shit on the pavement."
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The latter is the type of metal I listen to, it is meaningful and thought provoking, the former is a bunch of kids with long hair playing with powerchords.