Wyle

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 want to 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 rushing 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 want to 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 rushing 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
 Got to 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