Classic Wrock

Light casts the same shapes it's formed a million times before

The dark masks the same spaces I've missed or chosen to ignore

If shadows were to cease to be

Too quickly I'd assume I'd seen

That nothing is the way it seems

And forms faded in the glow

How could I let it come to this?

Too satisfied by my abyss

Of illuminating memory

Or should I

Click my heels to get home again

Or dig 'em deep as walls are caving in?

Wait for the dust to rest

Then move ahead

Oh how painless to live in vignette

Or hollow and shamelessly deceptive silhouette

Where nothing burns inside like tiny little lights

I tell myself to drown the doubt instead

Oh I'll never

Click my heels to get home again

I'll dig em deep as walls are caving in

But when the dust rests

I'll move ahead

'Cause what's the point of living anymore

If not to see all the things I've never seen before?

Become that someone I adore

Oh

Such little time, such little time, I swear I'll try!