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