| Lyrics: | Such distance to the tips of the fingers,
the ganglion loom jerks inside;
the body grows
steadily stranger
but the spirit won't be denied.
That sharp halogen flash jars the
eyeball,
the limbs pump in overdrive;
the body grows seemingly weaker
but the spirit
won't be denied.
Yeah, the ash-mark stands out on the forehead
as the vacuum sneaks
up on the eyes;
the body becomes a constant traitor
but the spirit won't be
denied.
And they call that living a normal live,
but normality's not
standardised.
Though the body gets ever more root-bound
the spirit won't be
denied
Yes, the spirit survives |
