Gathering Anchors Testo

Cower at the call for you have fooled yourself.Plan stand fail.
This feeling's never been a stranger in this house
and this moments passing on
oh without angle.
Abandon the truth for a chance.
Abandon a touch for a taste.
A shelter for a shack.
It's come to be that I've never done them any good
so merge into me and we'll taste of promising endings.
Abandon a truth for a chance.
Abandon a touch for a taste.
Though I should be soaking in my own spewed sort wisdom,
I gather anchors I must remember...
that it is their own slack to gather.
Oh how can I separate the weight from the weighted?
Grant it to the open water.