The Clincher

Touch!



I'll stand for nothing less

Or never stand again

These are the limits when one's buried

This body's left the soul



How could we have known

Never would I, have helped to nail down



Careful of drifting off

Now losing taste and touch

Turning a pale blue, leading in the say

This body's left the soul



The brain needs oxygen

Can't sneak around this bait

His catacomb has got me by the chin

This body's left the soul



How could we have known

Never would I, have helped to nail down

With nothing to gain

Here's the clincher, this should be you

Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, and touch

Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth

Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth



How could we have known

Never would I, have helped to nail down

With nothing to gain

Here's the clincher, this should be you, made cold and crippled

This happened to be, never changing

Holding inside, the phobia viewed, made cold and crippled, ending it all



Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, now saturate, the earth

Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate