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 nice and I like it Is it weird that I like it? It's kinda fun 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 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?