Dr Hellier says that my body's Afghanistan And we can't let the Taliban Take over and breed He says there's only one answer In a nuclear age, man They might spread to Pakistan So we have to proceed He enters my bloodstream With a crew in a capsule He takes the wheel With hands that were made to heal As he approaches the d**h star We lose visual contact And that's when my temple Turned into a wasteland There was shouting and shooting When the capsule was taken His last words as he went down Press the bu*ton He slipped my fingers from d**h's grip Escaped my body on a pa**enger ship Watched T-cells playing in the bow-waves He lives for the ones that died Don't know how he survives Just know he owes it to them to be happy