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 i m losing the truth