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
Well could we have known
Never would i have helped to nail down
Careful i’m 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 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
Well could we have known
Never would i have 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 viewed
Made cold and crippled
Ending it all
Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate
The earth
Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate
