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 death 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
He slipped my fingers from death's grip
Escaped my body on a passenger 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