Ašaros sunkios kaip akmuo...

The life is not certain and dying is art.
My bitter-sweet pain and the lone bleeding heart
I'm bound, determined and i'll turn it to stone
A bite of cold sparkling steel and i'm already gone.

Why?

Slow down, overtake the vortexes of furiuos thoughts
Let they scream in the voices of thousands of demons, you caught
Catch them all and lock down in a cold cell of stone
When inside is turning to rock you are truly alone,

but

stones do not bleed...
[that's the conception!]