The sentence This vessel Im within Persistent I Will never yield
Declare me The state of what i be Decisive The freedom that i leave The sentence This vessel Im within Persistent I Will never yield
The needle you stitched through me Bled Its way out The pens you bereft me with Still haunts me now
Down in the dune, slowly it starts to sink in. Slowly downwards. It washes over our legs. The clothes. The grip. We’re stuck. The force. We try, bravely. Everything is pointless, everything is in vain. Staring down into the dark ground. Slowly it sinks in. Slowly we sink into the dune. /