How Bright Are The Fires Of Thought
In A Chain Of Command
How Bright Is The Medical Torch
When It's Put In Our Hand

My Microbes And I
Can't Wait To Lay Down And Die
We Realise That We Must Be Spent
Like The Cells That Dissolve When A Brainwave Is Sent
How Bright Are The Fires Of Thought
In A Chain Of Command

My Bloodgroup And Me
A Body Of Soldiers Are We
To The Wound We Quickly Flowed
And We Fought With The Weapons In Our
Chemical Code
How Bright Are The Fires Of Thought
In A Chain Of Command