Born into fire   No given shape   No sense   Of a beaten road      Trained by our voices   Given one choice   It's to break the shell and move ahead   Or eighteen dead and decided      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      Melt me down   Pour me out   Into the mold   But I'll break out      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      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      Melt me down   Pour me out   Into the mold   But I'll break out      I will not become molded   Allowed by myself   To be nothing now      I'll be nothing now