The spirit

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 halogene 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.