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