Virus

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