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I'm strong of heart and weakness a plenty
They broke the mould when they made me
Trust through lust it's the weakness of many
And a weakness of me

good shit into mould

Run, run, run as fast as you can
'Cause I've killed before and I will do it again
Run, run, run as fast as you can
'Cause I've

know what to say
I’m insecure of a kind
I don’t backstab a person
That puts me out on street
I just mould them, till I get them
Unattached, till they

pray I pray, you don’t ever let me go astray no way
Mould me how you want I be your clay
I say mould me how you want I be your clay, I be your clay, look

grounded
Cause when one door close
Another one opens
Mama warned me one day I’d be broken
But when the broke is broken you mould it
And in the end you’ll

Your plan is to shape and mould me
So my life is worthy of Your call
You surrounded me with Your Holy presence
You are never leaving me alone

Every

Snowflakes are identical 
I know you fit the mould
Stab you with this icicle 
And we both turn blue and cold

(He is the voidhead)

Snowflakes are identical 
I

Snowflakes are identical 
I know you fit the mould
Stab you with this icicle 
And we both turn blue and cold

(He is the voidhead)

Snowflakes are identical 
I

human,
Or just a cog and there’s a flaw
In my little code?

Did I request
Thee, MAKER, from my clay
To mould me a man?

Terrified by this thing
Sleeping in

Snowflakes are identical 
I know you fit the mould
Stab you with this icicle 
And we both turn blue and cold

(He is the voidhead)

Snowflakes are identical 
I

I came close to losing all of me
But existence broke the mould of me
Another kind like mine you’ll find, cannot be made quite like this

Some pages

Metaphorically speaking all under control 
Is it realistic to think we were all invented from the mould
Are your creature comforts individual

Can't find a way, to make it work
A square peg in a round hole
Some of us aren't made to fit the mould

It was so good but now it's gone
A right that

I'm growing mould on my wall
I'm waiting on you to catch my fall
Run my dirty fingers through your hair
How long can I keep you here
As my blood gets

everywhere we go 
Curved and fine, no straight line, nature moulds and refines everything I sow
A flower bed, there's love and hate, a lump In the throat, it's

the mould
Yeah
Monkey man sold his soul
Sings his songs into the sun
I think he sold it for the pot of gold
That shines down on everyone
When I get low man I

of repetition
To mould our disposition
Lost in a land of silence
Absence is its own violence

Torn between sadness and revolt
Conflict in every human heart
Closed

Hearts aren't made of clay, you can't mould them the same
The only thing in common is they fall and they break
Who you are is not a mistake
Hearts aren't

that you wear
And the roles that you rehearse
Break down the walls
Find the strength to face the darkness
Shatter the mould
Liberated from the heartless

Taught to grow straight and tall
Dont resist, even if you're naturally small
Fit in to this mould, we will help you squeeze inside
Don't unfold, by

We're civilised until we peel back the first layer of skin
Told to break the mould
Nourished by machines
Nourished by machines
It's us and them
Bipartisan

Take your medicine
And don't you break the mould
I told you once before
Fake or genuine
You've got to play rough
To be good enough
My mind's made up

Quick break of the mould, quick break of the mould

Since a lil lad wanna be a G, 
Be like big bro make green, 
So nobody test when I’m walking down

real  

 In every way, with you they really broke the mould,
somehow you do what can’t be done
My world is richer, living in your heart of gold
With