Born into fire No given shape no Sense of a beaten road Trained by our voices Given one choice it's Break the shell and move ahead Or eighteen dead and decided
[CHORUS:] Melt me down Pour me out Into the mold But I'll break out
Time is our magnet I'm sticking to it An iron-clad existence Is a prison in itself
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Have we all become molded Alive to the world But inside dead To be nothing…
I'll break out I'll make it Yeah I'll make it Do it my way
Born into fire No given shape or Chance to remain as we wish to be And that is free…
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I will not become molded Allowed by myself to be nothing now I'll be nothing now
