The clincher — текст песни (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 [x4] and touch
Now saturate [x3], the earth
Now saturate [x3], the earth

This happened to be never changing
Holding inside, the phobia of you
Made cold and crippled, ending it all