Propellors Some time ago, I was with Cochise, Before the helicopters came and forgot us. Some time before Apache Pass. "Why is it that Apaches want to die, That they wear theirs lives on their fingernails?" My fingernails are not as long. My friend has forgotten the Apaches; I'm not sure, but I think I have as well. I see only helicopters.

The Vampire's Curse The day that vampire took my family still haunts me, even to this day. The screams, the pain, the hideously bad Eastern European accent - I often wake up in the middle of the night, the words "I vant to suck your blooood," dying on my lips. #twosentencehorror

Better To Burn Out There's a question in my soul: How did we kill Rock and Roll? Guitars still make their rusty sounds, In quiet clubs in little towns, But where's the soul, and where's the heart, The once set Rock and Roll apart? Where's the punk, and where's the prog? Has it vanished in the fog? No hair metal, no hard rock, Replaced by synths that sound so stock. No Kurt Cobain is on their way, To help buy Rock another day. We prefer focus groups and machines, To bring us music with a glossy sheen. Maybe it's to late to save Rock and Roll From an industry that sold its soul To sampling, boy bands and autotune. But if Rock must end, let's do it soon, With guns blazing, cause you know what they say: "It's better to burn out than to fade away."

The earth is slipping under you, The structures fall around, The statues built to yourselves Are falling to the ground. You made cities on solid rock, But built from the soft sand, Caring not at all for the Work of your own two hands. Don't let the construct be Stronger Than its construction.

The Dance Of Darwin All the world's a stage, And all the men and beasts And trees, rot and flesh Are merely dancers, gathered for the feast. The dance of Darwin, We dance to nature's beat. Cause when you really Get right down to it, Who are you but meat?