Crasys — Hole in my shoes

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I feel the rain like he is assimilating my skin
I feel the earth just so near like it’s a part of my wounds
I feel the sand like grains of sand are mixing with my blood
I feel the city, he is living in, in my every step

I feel the sky like it is a shrinking part of my breath
I feel the wind just because of that I have a daily gooseflesh
I feel the water, it is interpenetrating my feet
I feel the city, he is living in, in my every step

That’s not the point that I’ve got a problem with my head
That I’m going mad, no I’m not going mad
That’s not the point that I’m a prophet or I know a holy truth
It’s really simple: the point is that I’ve just got a hole in my shoe

I feel fine, when I scribble my minds, when I’m grumbling some kind of revelation
I feel rage against revenge-seeking pedestrians, against the stultifying vacation and moral degradation
I hate traffics, change of voltage, and hate Mondays as well as songs by Bob Geldof

As well as tips to update my wetware, as well as fucking blogs and social networks
I’m trying to think about the things I really love, about the things, which could be precious for me
I like my coffee in a subway, like my sweater and my wallet, I like grave yards and I like dead trees.
And yes, I really love 10247, I like these stones under my feet

That’s not the point that I’ve got a problem with my head
That I’m going mad, no I’m not going mad
That’s not the point that I’m a prophet or I know a holy truth
Oh, by the way darling, I I’ve forgotten to tell you: I’m not a freaky I’ve just got a hole in my shoe