Lyrics 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 have 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 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
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you

Made cold and crippled
This happened to be never changing
Holding inside, the phobia viewed
Made cold and crippled, ending it all

Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate
The earth
Now saturate, now saturate, now saturate