Caught, caught… I will break my chains.
With pained lips I walk through my life.
Precipices, why do I ask for you, you deserve no names.
Bronze attaches to bronze and becomes human,
and humans wander with iron in their hearts.
But does the bronze have this scary glow over the brow
from the god of lightning?
I throw my heart on the road, let the vultures share it –
the Full Moon will birth me a new one.