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 cognizance 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?