Rep Epic - Cold Air [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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 fucking 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 fucking 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

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[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 passage where passion passes and brews
There’s a traction that can attract you to the darkest avenues
Just cruise on through, but never forget they fucking 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

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