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