The Clincher

TouchI'll stand for nothing less

Or never stand again

These are the limits when one's buried

This body's left the soulCould we have known

Never would I

Helped to nail downCareful I'm driftin' off

Now losin' taste and touch

Turnin' a pale blue leanin' in to say

This body's left the soulThe brain needs oxygen

Can't sneak around this bait

His catacomb has got me by the chin

This body's left the soulCould we have known

Never would I

Helped to nail down

With nothing to gain

Here's the clincher

This should be youNow saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

And touch

Now saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

The earth

Now saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

The earthWell could we have known

Never would I

Helped to nail down

With nothing to gain

Here's the clincher

This should be youMade cold and crippled

This happened to be

Never changin'

Holdin' inside

Oh yeah, it still couldn't change

The phobia viewed

Made cold and crippled

Ending it allNow saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

The earth

Now saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate