Born into fire
No given shape no
Sense of a beaten road
Trained by our voices
Given one choice itæ¯
Break the shell and move ahead
Or eighteen dead and decided
CHORUS:
Melt me down
Pour me out
Into the mold
But Iæ£l break out
Time is our magnet
Iæ¦ sticking to it
An iron-clad existence
Is a prison in itself [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/pressure_4_5/melt_me_down.html ]
CHORUS
Have we all become molded
Alive to the world
But inside dead
To be nothing?br>
Iæ£l break out
Iæ£l make it
Yeah Iæ£l 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
Iæ£l be nothing now