作曲 : Pressure 4-5
Born into fire 
No given shape no 
Sense of a beaten road 
Trained by our voices 
Given one choice it抯 
Break the shell and move ahead 
Or eighteen dead and decided 
CHORUS: Melt me down 
Pour me out 
Into the mold 
But I抣l break out 
Time is our magnet 
I抦 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> 
I抣l break out 
I抣l make it 
Yeah I抣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 
I抣l be nothing now