Feeding The Fire
And take everything with a grain of salt
But now that im older i still hear voices
I do not wish to be involved
I dont want be involved
With the incinerator anymore
That lifestyle is such a bore
Find the door
I want to leave this place
Cant take it anymore
Locked in a room and
The flames are burning down around me
And now i see the door
But i wont find a key
Its kind a sad but ill never find
A better place to be
Im not feeding the fire anymore
It makes we want to keep it locked inside
You got the gasoline but i dont have a light
I wanna hang out its not a good time
Id rater be somewhere that i cold find
People that dont live off the words
That are said by someone else
Cause talking shit is so bad for your health