It feeds in the souls of the living
And gets inside their minds
It transforms their brains and their longings
No consciousness it will find

It feeds on their fears and emotions
As it has for two thousand years
It's infected the Hindus, infected the Buddhists
And kept them all in tears

If you're dead, it will keep you alive
And if you're alive, it keeps you nearly dead
It forces the body to seek uninfected
And gets inside their heads

Once your brain is infected
It changes what makes you pleased
It forces your body to seek uninfected
And add them to the diseased

In this way it creeps slowly
All across the lands
But the wise and the strong can still join forces
Defending our last stand

If you're dead, it will keep you alive
And if you're alive, it keeps you nearly dead
It forces the body to seek the uninfected
And gets inside their heads