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

Careful I'm 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

This should be you
The phobia viewed
Made cold and crippled
Ending it all