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.