Abney Park

It feeds on the souls of the living.
It 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 2000 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.