Rep Epic - Cold Air lyrics

[Chorus] [x3] Nightmares since the Height-chair and counting Nightmares since the Height-chair and counting Nightmares since the Height-chair and counting My old soul holds a cold air around me [Verse 1] As a child, I'd lay awake grasping the covers Imagination hovering, thundering the stuttering shutters And for a second I arise the lurking question Were these noises of nature, or malevolent lunar aggression? I'm done guessing, I'm done stressing, its time to f**ing sleep My eyelids close like garage doors, slowly but with a creak And just when I'm about to close shop, and call it a night The sensors detect a disturbance and my eyelids pry open wide And what a coincidence, my closet door creaked open as well And inside was surely too dark to really f**ing tell But my instincts told me to be a man, just like my dad I got up rather abrupt, knuckles clutched in each hand And I approached the door, and shut it firm without even looking Was proud of myself for being brave, but knew I was still a rookie I turned back to return to the sack, but was paralyzed in static At the fact that my body laid in tact, while I was across the room looking at it [Chorus] [Verse 2] Not once have I ever been tempted by the sick and demented It's out of the question Yet dreams and encounters make it evident that it's prevalent in this dimension Evil evolves within the darwinistic Neanderthal And after it all, genetics just let it put up its walls So know the darkness, and it's part in this realm of the flesh It's origins ever more foreign, every morning when you wake up in bed When you stake in the tent, into the soil holding a past Consider the history regarding the mystery of the man and his elegant casket In the pa**age where pa**ion pa**es and brews There's a traction that can attract you to the darkest avenues Just cruise on through, but never forget they f**ing exist Awareness armors the bare skin, so always beware of the ignorance There are forces past the shore hits, in the forest and beneath the ground Under the floorboards where the storm swarms through the blackest of clouds It's always around. And although it never may leave The luxury in living with lungs is getting to choose the air you breathe [Chorus]