Karaoké The Clincher Chevelle

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 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

This happened to be

Never changing

Holding inside

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