We must be rather heavy
When to self we die
It must take a superman
To carry you and I
A very clever doctor
Who can raise us from the dead
Filling us with life anew
That’s clean and pure instead.
We must be rather empty
Drained of worldly blight
Before we can be filled back up
With power, strength and might
Somewhat like a service
That tunes us up to be
A motivated mean machine
To set the captives free.
