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 help 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

(Chorus)

Could we have known
Never would I help 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!

(Last chorus)

Well could we have known
Never would I help 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

Now saturate!
Now saturate!
Now saturate!
Now saturate the earth!
Now saturate
Now saturate
Now saturate