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?