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Cry Of The Afflicted – Anchors lyrics
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
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
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