Insensible To Bad Shoes

Holding on this world Holding under pressure when I want to fold Holding on this brink I seem to walk from the earth Holding on this world Breathing always Under Strange Conditions Keep all the profit Entering this space Burning mass depression I cant see your face Stuck here in this dream I seem to untie your lace Haunted by the war Haunted by your ways Holding under pressure Keeping all the profit Under strange conditions I seem to fall from Grace I have seen the world So much terror I can't unsee Am I insane Or worried so I feel it'll most likely fall apart At least it seems so Faint and sick Counting on nothing again As I look around All I see is Bad Shoes Bad Shoes