I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's buried
This body's left the soul

So
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

So
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
Now saturate
Now saturate
And touch

Well could we have known
Never would I, helped to nail down
(and 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