My Glassy Shelter Dirty White by Ephel Duath Lyrics

Is it so useless to talk
With these still shades?
Sometimes it seems that I
I spy my moves
Through the vent of a glass stone
Is it so useless to talk
With these still shades?

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

The sandpit I'm digging
Doesn't seem deep enough
'cause the cries of the wounded wave
Are covering my strains
The soundpit 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?
Sometimes it seems that I
I spy my moves
Through the vent of a glass stone

Are covering my strains