Verse 1

You strike the match, I take the flame

No borrowed crown, no borrowed name

The floor gives way beneath the sound

I plant my feet, I hold my ground

Pre-Chorus

Count me out, then count to four

I come back harder than before

Chorus

I was born to break the silence

I was built to shake the walls

When the whole world says surrender

I rise up above it all

Raise your hands, let the rafters answer

Let the old rules split apart

I was born to break the silence

With a thunder in my heart