Anchors 歌词

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?