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