The reason i find is the need of warmth, of the poison heat given by the flesh. For the gentle caress of luck has not been shown to me. What if i never find, what if the reason is not enough. Destiny shows the cruel intentions of life, he's just the mere tool of my own hand, so difficult to handle, so hard to stand steady; tell me, are you here looking for what you want? will you find what you're looking for? The chains lead the way as they whisper while i move, am i trapped?