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
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We lose visual contact
And that's when my temple
Turned into a wasteland They were 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 bow-waves He lives for the ones that died
Don't know how he came to survive
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