I'm tired of the symmetry, I'm tired of the lines
I'm tired of the way the architect defines
What is proper: What is straight: And what is meant to be
Because these perfect angles are just strangling me
I've got a hammer in my heart and a spark in my eye
I'm gonna melt the silver lining off the fake blue sky
If the structure is a lie, then let the structure burn
I'm crashing through the point of no return!

Break the mold
Watch the iron turn to glass
(Burn it down)
Every plan we ever made is a cage
We're tearing out the heart of the page
Crack the mold
Start again at the bottom of the line
Oh-oh-oh

Yeah, look at the debris, look at the waste
You spent your whole life building with a bitter taste
You are a slave to the grid, you're a slave to the square
But there's no oxygen in that perfect air
So we're cracking the cast and we're venting the heat
Tearing up the floorboards under your feet
You call it chaos: I call it truth
We're reclaiming the fire we lost in our youth

Let it burn
I don't want to be a shape
Break the habit, break the cycle
I don't want to be a name
Static in the system
Give me something real
Crack the shell
Crack the shell
Crack the shell

Break the mold
Watch the iron turn to glass
(Burn it down)
Every plan we ever made is a cage
We're tearing out the heart of the page
Break the mold
Start again at the bottom of the line
Oh-oh-oh

Kill the broken
The liquid is hot
Build something else

Break the mold
Watch the iron turn to glass
(Burn it down)
Every plan we ever made is a cage
We're tearing out the heart of the page
Break the mold
Start again at the bottom of the line
Oh-oh-oh