The Clincher - Version 103

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 I'm driftin' off
 Now losin' taste and touch
 Turnin' a pale blue leanin' 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
 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
 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 changin'
 Holdin' inside
 Oh yeah, it still couldn't change
 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