Wolf tickets

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