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 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 [bad word] has got me by the chin
This body's left the soul (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 saturate

Now saturate [x4] and touch

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 viewed
Made cold and crippled, ending it all