| Song | Melt Me Down |
| Artist | Pressure 4-5 |
| Album | Burning The Process |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Pressure 45 | |
| Born into fire | |
| No given shape no | |
| Sense of a beaten road | |
| Trained by our voices | |
| Given one choice it zha | |
| Break the shell and move ahead | |
| Or eighteen dead and decided | |
| CHORUS: Melt me down | |
| Pour me out | |
| Into the mold | |
| But I yun l break out | |
| Time is our magnet | |
| I bing sticking to it | |
| An ironclad existence | |
| Is a prison in itself | |
| CHORUS Have we all become molded | |
| Alive to the world | |
| But inside dead | |
| To be nothing? br | |
| I yun l break out | |
| I yun l make it | |
| Yeah I yun 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 yun l be nothing now |
| zuò qǔ : Pressure 45 | |
| Born into fire | |
| No given shape no | |
| Sense of a beaten road | |
| Trained by our voices | |
| Given one choice it zhā | |
| Break the shell and move ahead | |
| Or eighteen dead and decided | |
| CHORUS: Melt me down | |
| Pour me out | |
| Into the mold | |
| But I yun l break out | |
| Time is our magnet | |
| I bǐng sticking to it | |
| An ironclad existence | |
| Is a prison in itself | |
| CHORUS Have we all become molded | |
| Alive to the world | |
| But inside dead | |
| To be nothing? br | |
| I yun l break out | |
| I yun l make it | |
| Yeah I yun 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 yun l be nothing now |