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