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

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

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 (stand for nothing less)
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you

This happened to be never changing
Holding inside, (or never stand again) the phobia view
Made cold and crippled, ending it all
Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate
The Earth!

Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate