Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster - Wylie lyrics

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.