Song | My Glassy Shelter (Dirty White) |
Artist | Ephel Duath |
Album | The Painters Palette |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Is it so useless to talk | |
With these still shades? | |
Sometimes it seems that | |
I spy my moves | |
Through the vent of a glass stone. ... | |
But what am | |
I observing? | |
The sandpit | |
I'm digging | |
Doesn't seem deep enough, 'cause the cries of the wounded wave are covering my strains. | |
But I long for this amorphous embrace | |
To reach close connections with my | |
Ego: This is the spiral... | |
Is it so useless to talk with these still shades? |