Letra de Chain of command

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