Desire to unleash your mind from my memory,
to persist the time's pitiless photography.
Carved in Souls, ready to remain,
I stand upon decay.
Fueled by grief,
I shall not be buried in oblivion.

Forsaken, lost but purified,
constant moving eyes to seize the moment's tempting way of suicide.

Revolving within your soul,
I beg to release me and I surrender.
Control to the ones that conceive Me.

Release my mind from the burdens of grief,

seize my sorrow, try to conceive.