It feeds on the souls of the living.   And gets inside their minds.   Transforms their brains and their longings,   No consciousness it will find.      It feeds on their fears and emotions,   As it has for 2000 years    Its infected the Hindus, infected the Buddhists,   Kept them all in tears.      If you're nearly 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.      And in this way it crept slowly   All across the land   But the wise and the strong can still join forces   Defending our last stand      If you're nearly 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.