Touch - I'll stand for nothing less - Or never stand again - Thiese are the limits when you'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 - (Chorus) - 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, and touch - Now saturate, the earth - (Last Chorus) - This happened to be, never changing - Holding inside, the phobie viewed - Made cold and crippled, ending it all