Clutch - the best band in the world.

There is but one band on Earth whose albums I actually purchase. That band is called Clutch. Tremble, mortals, before their almighty throne of ROCK!!

http://www.pro-rock.com/

Here's a song of theirs titled Nero's Fiddle which should totally speak to all you preppers out there (of which I consider myself one):

Sick though it may seem, it has always been a dream
of mine to watch you drop like one million freezing flies
Psychopathic my mathematics, always sums to zero
Population your equation, always equals "hero"
Burn!
Burn!
So the fruit of your labors have fermented into wine
And the sweat that you dripped is now the honey of the hive
The city is a burning sun and I a blooming flower
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
Burn!
Burn!
And you the kindling...
So the fruit of your labors have fermented into wine
And the sweat that you dripped is now the honey of the hive
The city is a burning sun and I a blooming flower
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
Burn!
Burn!
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power

Here's my interpretation of the lyrics:

Sick though it may seem, it has always been a dream
of mine to watch you drop like one million freezing flies

(In the context of this song, he's talking about the impending doom of modern civilization. Another word for this is " gridcrash", which, if it occurs, will cause cities to die off. He calls urbanites flies and later on he compares urban dwellers to bees, another insect. This implies a disdain for city life and those who choose it.)

Psychopathic my mathematics, always sums to zero

(He sort of thinks he might be crazy because he always sees things in decline)

Population your equation, always equals "hero"

(The "insects" always look to a savior - someone to come along and solve all their problems for them rather than being self-reliant)

Burn!
Burn!
So the fruit of your labors have fermented into wine
And the sweat that you dripped is now the honey of the hive

(Now that the "insects" [bees this time] have built their "hive" [cities] they will reap what they sow, which is to burn)

The city is a burning sun and I a blooming flower
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power

(The city [the "hive"] is a powerful force, consuming its own fuel and, thereby, life. Despite his disdain for the hive, he is drawn to the power of it. He also sees himself as a rising force, while the city is the force in decline.)

Burn!
Burn!
And you the kindling...

(The hive will burn by the hands of the bees that built it - referencing the self-destructive component present in human nature. He consistently references masses of insects [one million flies, the hive] to illustrate disdain for group think or the behavior of humans in groups ["mob mentality"])

[the rest of the song is a repeat of earlier lyrics]