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where does it take not knowing wich way to take? How to feel the heat of heart when it isn't in my hand? How to give or receive something while there's no one to walk beside me? If I fought is just because my nature ask me to fight even that moments I have both of eyes blinded for all my competence to feed my fears, finally I discover that it always came from me The owner of the worse defects The big fool without faith the one who keeps falling in cracks who thinks to keep going this way But doesn't matter how... Maybe some kind of call I felt a strange and huge power that leeds me day after day Why is so hard to keep in mind a few of sense diving in a shaft shallow with no brakes? The clock never stops to give you time, if your heart stops to beat you die. sometimes it beats so fast it never knows if it will last sensations with panting breefing when all I confront is myself But doesn't matter how... Maybe some kind of call I felt a strange and huge power that leeds ...