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;
Oh, 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;
Oh, the body becomes a constant traitor

But the spirit won't be denied
Oh, no, no, no, no, no

And they call that living a normal life
But normality's not standardised
Though the body gets ever more root-bound

The spirit won't be denied

Yes, the spirit survives