The Spirit — текст песни (hammill peter)

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 s
pirit 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.