When will you out grow (insert music I love)?

never is the answer. I will grow out of metal when bands stop writing lyrics that speak to my soul, riffs and brake downs that I feel in my blood stream, and all those gutteral screams of pure emotion and adrenaline stop making me roar along. I will not stop even when my ears no longer can hear it. I will turn up the stereo and sing  remembered lyrics to the feel of the vibration. When I no longer remember the lyrics and my eyes can no longer see the faces of long loved bands I will still clasp on to that vibration until the last beat of my heart. Music is my sanctuary, my Nirvana, something that sparks my imagination and fuels my soul.