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 to 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 kinda sad but i'll never find

A better place to be

I'm not feeding the fire anymore



It makes me 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 rather be somewhere that I could find

People that don't live off the words

That are said by someone else

Cause talking shit is so bad for your health