ICARUS Watch the man of science working See him twist and torture life Just dissecting, never

caring Wields his scalpel like a knife See the social planners planning How to bend us to their mold For our own good they'll direct us All they're asking is control Icarus your wings are melting Never will you reach the sun Though you feel your spirit soaring Your proud wings shall come undone Your proud wings shall come undone See the test-tube babies forming All alike in even rows Mutant robots in the making Numbered tags upon their toes For the dictocrats convenience See them catalogue our lives Hear computer giants ticking Thought police control our lives Icarus your wings are melting Never will you reach the sun Though you feel your spirit soaring Your proud wings shall come undone Your proud wings shall come undone Never will you reach the sun...

TWILIGHT OF THE WEST I watch with wide-eyed wonder, the Buddha's stoic stare As he gazes out serenely, without spirit left to care The gold-haired thin ascetic's head is buried in the sand Of the mystic's sterile desert-- seeks to be one with the land And your women feeling equal to the men who fill their lives Disdain the age old titles of "motherhood" and "wife" Their mild mannered husbands grant their anarchistic flight By the weak-willed neuter feelings of their limp-wrist corporate lives Your churches all are classrooms of humanistic thought Who preach of economics and salvation which is bought They measure good in dollars, no longer martyrs' blood And promise "pie" not of the sky, but lying in the mud I watch the West now dying Its twilight time has come As its melody plays sadly Of that which has become The politician tells you, that there's nothing left to fear "Peace on Earth -- goodwill towards men," as he grooms his doomed career Opponents you thought vanquished, have come to take their fill As they hover on the sidelines, preparing for the kill Your well-fed soldiers stand in line, amid the morning rain But the pulse-beat of their fathers spread so thin through their veins

The ancient vow to valor, lies shrouded in the mist Of the years of tranquil living, that have robbed them of the test Iconclastic artists, with little left to say Spawn their works of chaos, with such thoughtprovoking names The patrons of pretension, give unmitigated praise As they join the faker's chorus, for fear of losing face I watch the West now dying Its twilight time has come As its melody plays sadly Of that which has become The money hungry merchant, descends to greater greed As he tried to take advantage of the conditions he helped breed The rich are dressing ragged, as the poor put on their best They all don mask of falsehood, as they live their lives in jest The parents treat their children, as though expensive toys Provided for dull moments, a diversion to employ Professors set the standards, "Equality!" nothing less As they level all their students, making sure none is best Young all shake their fists, that the "old" pollute the land As they fill themselves with poisons, from the other hands And they all sing praise to progress, and the new days that will come As they dance the deadly dervish, of their mind's delirium I watch the West now dying Its twilight time has come As its melody plays sadly Of that which has become

WAITING FOR THE FALL "There's talk of revolution, impending Civil war, The lines are being drawn iiiin, The writings on the wall. Ancient spirits slumber, The calm before the storm. Hero wakes and stretches, reaches for his sword. Waiting for the fall my friend, Just waiting for the fall, Waiting for the fall my friend I am - just waiting for the fall. The first shots have been fired, The battle has begun The blood red tide is rising, swelling like a flood. An age of soot and ashes, Hero takes his stand: " Lets have this out with fate My brothers - and liberate our land." Waiting for the Fall my friend - just waiting for the fall. Waiting for the fall I am my friend - just waiting for the fall."