| 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? |