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
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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