Title: The Clincher
Artist: Chevelle
Composer(s): Samuel Loeffler, Peter Loeffler, Joseph Loeffler
Lyric:
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 I'm driftin' off
Now losin' taste and touch
Turnin' a pale blue leanin' 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
Made cold and crippled
This happened to be
Never changin'
Holdin' inside
Oh yeah, it still couldn't change
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
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