Melt Me Down - Pressure 4-5

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!

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 no

Chance to remain as we wish to be

And that is free!

I will not become molded

Allowed by myself to be nothing now

I’ll be nothing now