It's Chilly Out - Numbers

inside this world, only i can breathe

the night, the cold, the air, the fear is me

campaigning for the souls of the dead

i have fed on the weak to keep my head on straight

this isn’t what i am supposed to be

so how about you bow down to me?

falling asleep

i wait in the sheets for you to be mine

tossing, turning feel the fingers scraping up your spine

i refuse to be drowned by the light

to forgive and lose all sight i won’t let you sleep

until you know i’m there i won’t let you sleep

until you face this nightmare if you don’t believe me

i’ll be waiting in the corners of your mind

just because you can’t see

doesn’t mean you’re free from my sight

there’s a light that faces night

it doesn’t budge, it doesn’t fight

and there’s nothing left but my questioning

there is nothing more to see

we don’t believe, we disagree

we never feel love

i keep looking up calling out