Wyle - Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

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