Sun Vessel - Quiet, Desperate Yearning

Taken from the album "Destruction's New Battledress" Sun Vessel general: https://bio.link/sunvessel Time runs through my fingers like sand in the hourglass a paralysis of thoughtfulness with thoughtlessness run along now under the master's whip don't be moved or shaken, be unmovable If I could be anything I'd lay in Empyrean fields If I could be nothing then surely no yearning would follow me In quiet desperation a small act will go a long way a touchstone to see the day through watch the world shake (watch the tide turn) Chasms of wishfullness abound to sink a contentment a hope is an anchor, a millstone, a reason for life the hand that whips is the hand that hurts and through its own lustfulness burns itself black