Feeding the fire

It used to be easy to listen to people
And take everything with a grain of salt
But now that i'm older i still hear voices
I do not wish to be involved

I don't want be involved
With the incinerator anymore
That lifestyle is such a bore
Find the door

I want to leave this place
Can't take it anymore
Locked in a room and
The flames are burning down around me
And now i see the door
But i won't find a key
It's kind a sad but i'll never find
A better place to be
I'm not feeding the fire anymore

It makes we want to keep it locked inside
You got the gasoline but i don't have a light
I wanna hang out it's not a good time
I'd rater be somewhere that i cold find
People that don't live off the words
That are said by someone else
Cause talking shit is so bad for your health