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Born into fire
No given shape no
Sense of a beaten road
Trained by our voices
Given one choice it
Break the shell and move ahead
Or eighteen dead and decided
CHORUS:
Melt me down
Pour me out
Into the mold
But Il break out
Time is our magnet
I sticking to it
An iron-clad existence
Is a prison in itself
CHORUS
Have we all become molded
Alive to the world
But inside dead
To be nothing?br>
Il break out
Il make it
Yeah Il 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?br>
CHORUS
I will not become molded
Allowed by myself to be nothing now
Il be nothing now