Anchors - Stone Gossard

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