Wylie

I feel like hell, I've caught the sickness once again And I don't feel right! I ain't gettin' up. Think I'm slippin' away I wanna soar like the prophets before Addicted to the turbulence Sucked in under false pretense I wanna say what needs to be said Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushin' in These palms don't lie I can't focus, when the statics on Routines I hide don't mind killing this secrets mine I wanna soar like the prophets before Addicted to the turbulence Sucked in under false pretense I wanna say what needs to be said Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushin' in Got to stop myself I can't take this! When I fall the clouds won't cradle Oh how tempting they are, make you feel like you have it all DRIVE ME MAD A FULL ON RAMPAGE! THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE! Without the gospel losing the truth. I'm losing the truth Gotta stop myself I can't take this! THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE! Without the gospel losing the truth. I'm losing the truth