The Clincher

Touch

I'll stand for nothing less

Or never stand again

These are the limits when one's buriedThis body's left the soul

Could we have known

Never would I, helped to nail down

Careful of drifting offNow losing taste and touch

Turning a pale blue leaning in to say

This body's left the soul

The brain needs oxygenCan'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 touchNow saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

The earthNow saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

The earthCould we have known

Never would I, helped to nail down

With nothing to gain

Here's the clincher, this should be youThis happened to be never changing

Holding inside,

The phobia made cold and crippled, ending it allNow saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate

The earthNow saturate

Now saturate

Now saturate