It feeds on the souls of the living
It 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 2000 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 the uninfected,
And gets inside their heads

Once your brain is infected,
It changes what makes you pleased
Your purpose in live is to seek out the healthy,
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