The shadow serves as a blanket for your every move
But it's useless if it's already dark
It hasn't got that much of a heart, and much less to prove
And even less still it has at stake
Nothing more than a numbing for the searing pain of life
Nostalgically manipulative
But I like it. I like it. It's really fun and I like it
Is it weird that I like it? It's kinda nice and I like it
My shadow likes to absorb my past and claim it as its own
My coattails threadbared, caliginous
I'd say my shadow's seen better days - it's lazier now
I want to force it to change its ways
Something less than the fiery mess in a dull respite of death
Nothing more than a numbing for what?
Unassuming, almost ingenious
But I like it, I like it
I'm obligated to like it
I like it, yes I like it
I've got no choice but to like it
Please step down - Fatigued from all of your following around
Please step aside - Act while you still have some semblance of pride
Now step down - you're just an absence of light hitting the ground
Now step ahead -has my shadow now become my silhouette?