Anchors

The hopeless immortal's beginning to fade

Wrestled down with anchors, impervious chains

The ocean's electric reduced to a buzz

The pills turn the popper, he probably would

The standoff mechanic of cognisance, sighs

Mulls brooding through the alleyway, a harbinger's night

He pulled the remains, and teeth from the tree

When he sat down in memphis, he bound it on a hill

How to take it all in stride, win your soul and mind the light

How to live around the storm, wind and pressures to befall

Here's a question you might need to ask

What's self destruction and how can we last?