Anchors Lyrics - Singles - Cry Of The Afflicted

Hold close your treasures 

The very measure of your value here 

Within these shining walls 

Now, raise them higher 

They'll last forever if you're careful now 

If you lock them all, lock them down 

Wrapped in Your precious cloak 

Spun from gold, spun from gold 

Useless, you're reaching back 

Dead and cold, dead and cold 

This weight you've trusted 

Polished and sacred has you safe, secure 

You lie in soothing sleep 

One flash, it's happened 

A last desperate moment 

Now the weight falls free 

But have you sunk too deep, to breathe 

Wrapped in your precious cloak 

Spun from gold, spun from gold 

Useless, you're reaching back 

Dead and cold, dead and cold 

Your chest is tight, held in death's embrace 

As your eyes lift up, can you see your escape? 

One last fleeting glance, at the shine below 

One last freedom chance, surrendered to the cold 

This useless gold 

Wrapped in your precious cloak 

Spun from gold, spun from gold 

Useless, you're reaching back 

Dead and cold, dead and cold