I feel like hell, Ive caught the sickness once again. And I dont feel right! I aint gettin up. Think Im 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 dont lie I cant focus, when the statics on Routines I hide dont 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 cant take this! When I fall the clouds wont 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. Im losing the truth.
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