The Clincher

Touch/

I'll stand for nothing less/

Or never stand again/

These are the limits when ones buried/

This body's left the soul/

Well could we have known?/

Never would i, helped to nail down/

Careful of drifting off/

Now losing taste and touch/

Turning a pale blue/

Leaning in to 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/

Well could we have known/

Never would i, helped to nail down/

With nothing to gain/

Here's the clincher, this should be you/

Now saturate/x4

And touch/

Now saturate/x3

The earth/

Now saturate/x3

The earth/

Well could we have known/

Never would i, helped to nail down/(i'll stand for nothing less)

With nothing to gain/

Here's the clincher, this should be you/

Made cold and crippled/

This happened to be/

Never changing/

Holding inside/(Or never stand again)

The phobia to view/

Made cold and crippled/

Ending it all/

Now saturate/x4

The earth/

Now saturate/x3