If your Nerve, deny you [292] lyrics

If your Nerve, deny you—

Go above your Nerve—

He can lean against the Grave,

If he fear to swerve—

That’s a steady posture—

Never any bend

Held of those Brass arms—

Best Giant made—

If your Soul seesaw—

Lift the Flesh door—

The Poltroon wants Oxygen—

Nothing more –