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.
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