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 static's on
Routines I hide don't mind killing this secret's 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