Touch
I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when ones buried
This body's left the soul
Well 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
Well could we have known
Never would i, helped to nail down
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
Now saturatex4
And touch
Now saturatex3
The earth
Now saturatex3
The earth
Well could we have known
Never would i, 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 to view
Made cold and crippled
Ending it all
Now saturatex4
The earth
Now saturatex3
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